For some reason I am now able to log on to this blog, something I was unable to do while overseas last spring, and the spring before that. I am lucky in that way and since I am sober and working the 12 Steps to the best of my ability I am lucky at life, or at least in a state of acceptance and reasonableness.
I am in Italy. Next week I’ll be in Greece. I have attended a couple of meetings in Florence (noon and evening) but not since the beginning of the month. This can be a dangerous predicament, but so far, so good. I have remained in contact with God all the while-hitting my knees, asking for help, minding my own business, being calm…so I del pretty good. Today started off early, so I’ll have to watch for being tired this afternoon. I will be in Rome for a couple of days next week so I will try to get to a meeting while I am there. It seems that even the intent to go to meetings is a good start to keeping spiritually fit. I was listening to a speaker last night on my laptop and he reminded me that attendance at a few meetings is alright, but no substitute for working the Steps.
When I am back in Greece I have the Parthenon Group while I am in Athens and then the small group on the island while I am on Paros. I can make the Tuesday night meeting this time since I do not have the commitment to the art history lecture that I have had before. This brings up the topic of me, my future and what that means. I have no idea. That’s the long and short of it. I really must let God take these things in hand. True, I can do all the footwork, but sometimes even that is unclear. Suit up and show up–and sometimes sit down and shut up.
Does my life include a larger role on Paros? Am I successfully, if slowly, removing myself from the caregiving role I have had for so long? I am still being asked to micro-manage some pooches from afar, but that’s alright as long as these actions do not become to consuming of my time and energies. More will be revealed…
Johnnyboy