Home from NA meeting and I’m watching some crap about drug trafficking. Apropos? Eh, there’s nothing else on. The meeting began with a guy sharing about procrastination. I sighed inwardly, finding the topic rather dull. I like to feel at meetings. I want soul-wrenching tales of getting clean and staying clean. Is that sick? Prooobably. But I find that in the rooms of NA, I can actually cry. Catharsis.
The topic changed, as it does in a room full of vastly different people with vastly different experiences. Someone shared about their concept of success and how we define that. I realize how utterly easy that is for me — success is staying sober. Sure, I want to do well at work and be a model parent and quit smoking and do yoga but…. really? If I lose my sobriety, I’ll certainly lose everything else. While I may fail at a myriad of other endeavors (and I do often), each day that passes sober is a pure, easy, simple success. How gorgeous is that? Yeah, it is.
I have 127 days today. I don’t keep track of my time but my friend Jeremy does for me, and I’m thankful. And now, I’m going to celebrate this success with some grocery-store pizza and a Diet Coke.