I’m going to pick up my 25 year coin – actually, as this publishes, I’ll have had it in my pocket for about 20 minutes, my sponsor having presented it to me at my third meeting in as many days.
As he announced the occasion, in front of a bunch of friends, he’ll no doubt work in that the 25 “is a good start”. He’s been saying that for the last fifteen years or so, every time an anniversary of mine rolls around.
I would be willing to bet there are a few people out there who were surprised to read that a guy with 25 years would be going to three meetings in three days. Well, many of us get a little squirrely leading up to anniversaries. It didn’t happen to me this year but it has in the past, so I figure “better to be safe than sorry”. I up my meetings every year around my anniversary so I can be prepared should my disease try to sneak its way out of the corner I have it boxed into.
That said, twenty-five years is a good start. It’s truly been a 25-year winning streak – and that’s why I keep coming back. I don’t want anything to do with the misery that came with drinking.
Thanks for sticking around, my friends.