Tag: Alcoholics Anonymous

  • Rewrite Our Story

    Rewrite Our Story

    This morning I overslept and didn’t get out of bed until 8am, but it felt good. The day felt more like Sunday than Monday, but I knew in my soul what day it was. November 10, 1998 is the day I stopped drinking and started going to AA. The sobriety birthday comes quietly compared to…

  • Lost in the Crowd

    Lost in the Crowd

    One of my co-workers is taking these first two weeks of June off from our FLA community and I agreed to help with some of her duties, but there’s one area that makes me extremely uncomfortable to be in. It’s a section where members can ask for coaching support, which is her expertise, but even…

  • Introducing My Son

    Introducing My Son

    On Saturday, I met my son and his fiancé for lunch. Some of you don’t even know I have a son, but yes, I had a baby in 1987, when I was 23, and was on track to what I was taught. Find a man. ✔️ Get married and buy a house. ✔️ Start a…

  • The Sober Me

    The Sober Me

    The chair was hard, thick plastic with metal legs and reminded me of the chairs from Sunday School, but it felt sturdier than me. My waist was expanding from my newfound pregnancy making clothes from a few months ago uncomfortable, so my clothing was loose. The room was filled with smoke and mainly men, but…

  • My Life is a Meme

  • Out of Darkness

    Out of Darkness

    The paint was wearing off of the front porch exposing the bare wood to the elements. A friend advised that my landlord needs to protect his investment, so I took her comment to heart and emailed him with photos of the sad shape it was in. He replied with, “Is there any paint?” I had…

  • One More Day

    One More Day

    On Saturday mornings I sit in the most magical women’s meeting via Zoom. This group of women gather from all over the world, and each are in their own stage of sobriety, but we all have one commonality. To stay sober one more day. I’ve learned to have pen and paper nearby during these meetings.…

  • Sober

    Sober

    No more 9am haircut appointments. Stumbling into the salon, I trust my hairdresser to do what’s best to my hair, but he said something about ‘short’. I’ve been letting it grow out for months, but today we’re back to short! 😂 Sobriety has been on my heart and mind all year. When Covid hit, all…