Friday, March 25, 2011
Don't Call Me-I'll Call You
I took the day off from work yesterday and declared it "Pam Day." No one opposed. I spent the morning at the hair salon and my hair is now shorter than it has been since the 2nd grade when Mama "made me." I feel so brave to have short hair! I then went to the nail salon and got the deluxe pedicure/leg massage, then spent the entire remainder of the day on a chaise lounge in my backyard reading. Yesterday, it was good to be me.
I went to a lovely wedding shower last Sunday. The shower was for a woman in my home group, given by a woman in the program that I don't know well, and attended by all women from the program. The hostess (7 years sober) made a beautiful spread of food and we had a very nice afternoon. The very next day she called her three sponsees (who were at this shower) and told them "I'm 45 years old and I want a beer." She went on to tell them to get a new sponsor and "don't call me I'll call you."
My assessment (?) - She viewed her sobriety as a burden, a restriction instead of the biggest miracle to hit the planet on the day she got sober. When we loose our gratitude it seems to unlock the dam to loose everything else.