I don’t want to be up at 6:55. Coincidentally, I thought it was 8:30 when I woke up. My cell phone was my alarm, which apparently died in the middle of the night. Though my amazing two year old daughter woke me up at 6:35 this morning. That sarcasm is only half serious, she is amazing and I did need to wake up at that time anyway. I need to work out this morning. Though after I have to go to detox.
No no no, not for myself. Well, yes for myself. But I’m not checking in. I attend a Big Book Study there most Tuesday mornings before I go to school. I enjoy going to detox. I enjoy Big Book Studies as well. Though something better than that is being able to share my experience, strength and hope with a fellow addict/alcoholic. They are all so close to their addiction, only a few days outside of it most of the time. It’s such a pivotal point for them in their lives. I enjoy being a part of that pivotal point and possibly making a difference for one of them. I have to give back what was so freely given to me otherwise I will lose it. Not only does helping another addict help me stay sober, but today that’s what makes me happy.