Levity in Recovery
Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive. –Elbert Hubbard
Yesterday I stumbled upon some disturbing information. Quick background: I have lived in my neighborhood for 6 years, and I really love my neighbors, they are a wonderful group of people and I have had some really fun times with them. I have been sober for 232 days, so you can imagine how my neighbors know me. Fortunately for me and for them, they know me more as the fun gal who likes to drink rather than the alcoholic I am. For that reason, I made the decision, relatively early on, that my recovery is my personal business and I would only share the information if it becomes absolutely necessary.
Which, apparently, now it has.
So yesterday I am talking to a family member who also happens to be a neighbor, and she mentioned that one of our group believes that I no longer like her. She has had two parties in my recovery, and both times I have consciously chosen to leave early due to the alcohol present. I believed at the time that I had made gracious exits, and I have seen her since, so I was completely unaware that there was any trouble brewing.
The interpretation of my early exits from her parties? She now believes I am a racist. I actually laughed when I found this out, thinking I was being punk’d, but no, she really thinks I have difficulty being in a room with different ethnicities (my neighbor is in a mixed-race marriage, so I am unclear if she thinks I don’t like black people, Indian people, or just anyone other than myself).
Of course, I was horrified, and I will attempt to right this wrong thinking as soon as I can. In my meeting today, the topic was about finding humor in our past addictive behavior, and being able to laugh at ourselves. Normally, I have little to share at these types of meetings, but today I did, because, really, it is just comical! I left a party early to help my recovery, and now I have to decide which is the lesser of two evils… letting them think I am a racist, or admitting I am an alcoholic?
You just can’t make this stuff up…