I was just sitting here pondering life the universe and everything in it. Next month is me bellybutton birthday and around this time I do a lot of reflecting on the year. I worked in a recovery house for a number of years and the work is stressful. I think being in recovery is an asset in that type of work but it can also have its drawbacks too. So, about three years ago I got out of the business and I took a nice boring job as a nightwatchman. The most work I did there was pushing the button to raise or lower the gate. No stress. Lots of sleep - most of it at work.
Little over a year ago, my old boss called me up. His caseworker had quit and he was looking for someone. He figured since I knew so many people in recovery that maybe I could help him look. We chatted a bit about the job itself, how they had changed a few things about it to make it less stressful, shorter work week, stuff like that. The long and short of it was he was hoping I would come back.
Its been 14 months since I returned and the year has just whizzed by. There's still a lot of stress but I think I'm handling it better. I don't know if its because I'm older, wiser, or just brain dead but I actually enjoy it more. And I kinda like having an office with my name on the door. Not bad for a guy who lived in a box.
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Not all my days are priceless, but none of my days are worthless, anymore.
Proud of you! This is very inspiring. I have never lived in a box, but I probably should have. I ended up living back with my parents when I was 23, and lived with a really really awful guy for a while just to get out of the house again. Totally used him for the roof over my head, and took a lot of mental abuse for it. At the time I figured it was a fair deal. I was so selfish and so full of pride. I would have been better off to live in a box. At least I wouldn't have been hurting anyone. I am actually very excited to go through the rest of the steps and reconcile!
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Thanks for everything. Peace and Love on your journey.
Thank you for your share, Wolfie. when i was a practicing alcoholic (intent on practicing til the day i died) change was not a happy word. just keep everything the way it is because i was too drunk to remember anything new. today change is a keyword, because nothing stays the same and if i am sober i can handle it, not by myself, but i have a program and people i trust and have been growing a spiritual backbone that i never had or even wanted before finding AA. AA is all about changing sick practices to healthy practices, exchanging ego with humility, letting go of negative attitudes to grow some new positive attitudes. It would not be an adventure if nothing changed and today my life is an adventure that i love. thank you, God. jj/sheila
