I read a great post the other day, and it prompted a comment. My friend wrote that he hadn’t originally sobered up for “a will to abstinence” but for “the fear of misery”.
Friends, I see this as splitting hairs.
Whatever it takes to get us from where we were to where we are is all that matters. The impressive part isn’t what got us to finally quit. It’s that we made it at all.
And good on us for it. Enjoy it like it’s going out of style. First, not many are as fortunate as we are, to actually find happiness after what we’ve been through. Second, it shows others what works without having to say a word. It’s the best advertisement there is. You’re a living, breathing, walking miracle. Own it.
I read another post that encapsulated it perfectly in a neat little quote:
“Most of us feel we need look no further for Utopia. We have it with us right here and now.”
Bill’s Story Page 16 of the Big Book.
I feel that on a daily basis. That’s not to say life is perfect, but from what I came from to where I’m at… it’s really, really, really super-freakin-awesome.