Tonight I went to a meeting.
I had to go because last night I realized I had not had a meeting in a week and when I do not have a meeting in a week I start to forget what my primary purpose is. Then I start thinking I am a civilian and fancy myself doing civilian things, things best left to actual civilians.
Yeah.
Like last night I find myself thinking things like: I am prescribed one of these but three would really do the trick.
Uh, no.
Luckily, I have enough sobriety to know my mind is a dangerous neighborhood that I should not go into alone. So I make a call.
I get Program Friend 2. PF2 says, “Girl. You got to remember what comes first. You need a meeting.”
Sigh. It is too late tonight so I go to sleep.
Tomorrow comes and I work all day at the schoolhouse. I deliver 5 lessons to 5 different grades. By the time after school comes I am TOAST.
Still, I have to make that meeting. I go home and I have a quick visit with son. “I got to go now. Got to get a meeting.”
Son has been around this for a while now. Son does not question. In fact sometimes son says, “Mom. I think you need a meeting.”
So I walk down 5 blocks and up 2 avenues to the meeting place. It is a meeting I have gone to for almost 12 years now. I walk in and I see familiar faces and some new faces. The familiar faces know me. I mean KNOW me. In that peeled raw, all-your-stuff-out-on-the-floor-for-all-to-see kind of way that only program people know.
Because program is the where people get really, REALLY honest.
Program is the place where I have become really known.
I sit down. “B” is across from me. I smile a big recovery smile at her.
She smiles back.
It is a big book meeting and we are on INTO ACTION. I love this chapter! This is my favorite chapter. We pass the book and as we read I am reminded of all the tools I have been given sitting in this seat to maintain my equanimity and my serenity.
I sit in my chair. I think: This is my seat.
When we are done reading people share. I share about how traveling back and forth to Philadelphia is making me feel disconnected from my program. How I do not feel I am getting enough meetings. How I am scared of moving and wonder if I will find fellowship in my new city.
And mostly, how my primary purpose must remain my sobriety.
Afterwards people come up and talk to me. “E” is there. “E” says, “I have missed you! But I am so happy for you.”
She gives me a hug.
I know she really means it.
I pick up my chair and I put it against the wall with the others as we clean up.
I walk out into the crispy winter night and I think: I feel very grateful for that chair.
Yes I do.