I am busy as I can be! My BSN (Bachelor of Science in Nursing) program is killing me, and I’ve been told by those who seem to know that I have enrolled in the hardest one available. I’ve got only today to finish my homework for the week, and my daughter’s birthday dinner is tonight. I tried to stay up late last night and do as much as I could but wimped out by 10:30. Today, I was under pressure from two of the ladies in program (who have what I want) to go to the Wednesday Noon meeting 12 miles or 26 minutes from my house. I’ve never been to that meeting before, but I was avoiding it with prejudice. What a hassle! It’s not just an hour out of the day. It’s an hour sucked smack dab out of the middle of my day, when I’ve got a hundred things to do and none of them require that I listen to a bunch of ladies talk about their food problems for an hour at a place half an hour away from my house right at the time of day I should be eating my abstinent meal and tending to the business of not making myself crazy with overdue work and failing grades! (If you didn’t read that last sentence with a growling scream in your voice you did it wrong. Try again.)
I went. (Now feel the silent, humiliated eye-roll.)
Sure enough, there were no dudes at this meeting but me, and the girls all talked about how their shared group text chain is one of the things that helps them the most. Oh, heck no!! I’m not having any part of a group text chain. Let me off that merry-go-round right now! I’m a night shift nurse, and don’t need to be reminded to mute my phone every morning before I go to bed just so I can sleep through the incessant chimes from these day-dwellers’ feel-good messages and memes.
Just about the time I was feeling like I couldn’t use anything in the room, someone read the line from the Big Book that addresses the drinker who would not follow along:
“If he thinks he can do the job in some other way, or prefers some other spiritual approach, encourage him to follow his own conscience. …Let it go at that” (AA, p 95, emphasis mine).
Oh, crap! I’m the addict who won’t follow along with those in recovery! I’m the one thinking I’ve got a better way, a shortcut, something without all the bells and whistles that come with a newcomer’s program. Part of me believes that I can do this on my own or in an advanced pattern, without all the tools it took to build my recovery in the beginning. Dang it! I started to pay attention and let what was going on sink in. Something amazing happened — they started to make sense.
While I was at this meeting and in the sharing that followed, I was both nurtured and encouraged by people who had gone through circumstances that were remarkably similar to mine. One chose a path that made me feel like I had permission to quit my demanding college program if it was to preserve something important like my sanity or marriage. Another let me rant about how unique my situation was, but kept assuring me God would let me know what His will is. It was encouraging to have someone speak those words over me even though I, myself, pray all the time for knowledge of God’s will for me and the power to carry it out.
The truth was I needed that meeting. I may be really behind schedule, especially now that I’ve added all this journaling to my distraction from homework, but I needed to take care of me, even if that meant taking a big bite out of what I thought was the productive part of my day. The ridiculous thing is, if I had bothered to accept what is in the literature, written by hundreds of successful people who came before me, I might have known that the tool of meetings is one cornerstone of a well built recovery structure.
“Together we get better!”
By the way, in case I disappointed anyone with the candor of my sick thinking … good! It’s my sick thinking that proves just how badly I need recovery. I’ve strung 16 days together after a one-night binge disrupted nine years of abstinence. That’s how serious this thing is.