Anyone who’s been about the rooms will know that statement. It comes from what is commonly called “The Promises”. Actually it is the Step 9 Promises, as there are some others in the big book of Alcoholics Anonymous at various points but these are the ones often read out at meetings.
I often realise I have reached this stage in my recovery only with hindsight. I’m having one of those reflections right now. I am working hard on my counselling studies – sorry that is probably why, coupled with repeated hassles with my Ménière’s Disease I’ve not been writing or read much on here – we have our external assessment (read assessment and exam) in January. We’ve just completed the mock and I’m awaiting feedback from the tutors but I was reasonably ok with it. So I’m preoccupied with that target. Then my son contacts and states that he has his graduation date… yes they clash. What do I do?
- go into panic meltdown, blame the world and everyone for screwing me over. Rant and rave about it, doing nothing productive but justifying my anger on lack of a solution.
- ignore it hoping it’ll go away telling neither family or my training enter of the issue whilst secretly hoping something happens that’ll make it all ok
- Do I make some ridiculous scheme up involving lying to someone somewhere – probably my training centre, not realising that in the modern social media connected world saying I’m sick on the day to them will be exposed by my grimacing face on twitter of the like.
- Instantly talk to everyone. Tell them that is a problem. Explain that family has to come first on this occasion. Prompt my training centre and then work with them and my peers on my course when a solution is proposed.
Yes I choose option 4 – instantly without thought. I intuitive handled a situation that would in the past have baffled me – and given me a good excuse to stand at the bar bemoaning how life was stacked against me.
Now all that might screw this up is expecting to travel from Kent to the Midlands and back in a day on public transport in January. Somethings I really do still struggle accepting I have no control over….