200 Days of Sobriety
Choice of attention – to pay attention to this and ignore that – is to the inner life what choice of action is to the outer. In both cases, a man is responsible for his choice and must accept the consequences, whatever they may be. –W.H. Auden
I woke up this morning, prayed, and through that prayer realized I had a nice round number for consecutive days of sobriety, which could mean a fun title for my post. However, I could not really come up with anything that exciting, and I didn’t want to write yet another post on how different my life is 200 days later. So, I typed in “200 days” in the Google search bar, to see if that would inspire me. It did not, but I did discover, through that research process, that I am 15, 618 days old.
So then I decided to “just do it,” and I logged in to the website to begin writing. Note: I never do this, I always wait until I know exactly what I’m writing about before I log in. I did a quick check of the notifications section, and I got a notice that my blog received 200 likes. This, of course, validates my choice of titles for the post, but it didn’t necessarily give me any real inspiration for the subject matter.
THEN (dum dum dum!), my husband called while commuting to his place of employment. The point of his call? To tell me how much he appreciates his ride into work now that I am sober, how different it feels from “before,” how much more peaceful and productive he is, now that he is able to focus on his job rather than worry about his family’s safety, how much more meaningful our morning hug feels.
Seriously. He called to say that. And he didn’t even know about the 200 days yet.
If I could somehow chronicle the daily events of my life minute-by-minute, this blog would write itself. Every day things like what I described above happen to me, and I look forward to them each and every day. Even when it is not necessarily good stuff, I know, in my heart, there is something God is trying to tell me. And it is amazing.
And to finish, just to prove it can happen to anyone, not just those of us in recovery… last night my husband and I were watching TV, he was also on the laptop. I asked what he was doing, he gave me a noncommittal answer. He put down the lap top, and then said he had to turn off the sprinkler. For some reason, he went out the front door to do this, normally he would go through the garage. He comes in, and tells me this story: he had been researching local volunteer projects for the kids to do, in an effort to teach them how doing good for the sake of doing good has its own rewards. He found one interesting project, a local food bank called Manna on Main. Making a mental note, he closes up the computer, and proceeds to finish his yard work. Goes out the front door, and, on the front porch is a brown paper bag asking for donations for the annual food drive for… you guessed it… Manna on Main.
This, by the way, all happened after 9 pm at night. He had been mowing the lawn earlier in the evening, no such bag had been on the front porch. As the kids say, RIGHT!?!
Posted on August 16, 2012, in Recovery and tagged 200 days, Addiction, Alcoholic Anonymous, Clean and Sober, God, Laptop, no coincidences, one day at a time, Prayer, Recovery, Sobriety, Substance Abuse, Support group, Twelve-Step Program, W. H. Auden. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.