And.....ACTION!

I had an amazing day yesterday. I met C. for coffee and to chat. C. is the guy I asked to be my new sponsor. C is someone that I noticed working a good program when I first got sober and has since been on my short list of back-ups. I keep a back-up list for just about everything… including boyfriends. Just in case. I also keep a back-up list of lists just so I know that I already have a list in place. Seriously – sometimes I’m too organized, which drives me crazy.

Anyway, C. and I started chatting and as usual when two alcoholics get together – a miracle started happening. There is something magical about talking with another alcoholic that immediately raises my spirits, gives me hope and confirms for me that even though I may indeed be crazy – it’s OK. C. and I talked for nearly two hours and got started doing some work. I learned more about the steps yesterday than I have in the last 319 days. I wrote down some notes regarding the concepts of each of the steps and took a few other notes. Also, C. suggested that I write down the third step prayer so that I have it to reference. I have a hard time remembering to pray in the morning. I will place the written down prayer next to my coffee pot, which I NEVER forget to use in the morning. Hopefully after a few weeks of seeing the prayer at the coffee pot, I will have built a new ritual of morning coffee and prayer time.

After meeting with C. I went to have more coffee (I’ve started drinking decaf lately) with another friend. We then went to a meeting and fellowship. I called and emailed a few alcoholics. I took care of a few small things I've been procrastinating on which have been causing me unneeded stress. All in all – yesterday was a GREAT day, full of ACTION.

Confession – I get pedicures. I have always loved having my feet touched by another person. It doesn’t matter if it’s a man or woman – it’s so relaxing. My toenails are in better shape than my fingernails. You can make me yours by offering to rub my feet. But I have to ask -what the F**k is up with boys getting FRENCH PEDICURES? It’s disturbing to say the least. It’s unnatural. It makes me want to vomit. Last night T. showed me his newly French manicured toes. He asked if I like it. My reply “absolutely not”. I am trying to be more honest now a days….

This weekend is Gopher State. It’s a gathering of thousands of alcoholics. I’m excited. Two years ago, my boyfriend at the time tried explaining the significance of such an event. I couldn’t or wouldn’t comprehend it. I think I started a fight over it so that he would leave, and I could drink in peace. This year I am so excited to have the opportunity to attend. While I have no expectations of the event itself, I’m sure it will be an emotional experience. I hope I don’t cry… which lately, can happen at the drop of a hat. Watch out.

And last but not least. I have been feel unusually strong gravitational pulls towards attractive men lately. There are a few men that I have super bad crushes on. Sometimes I feel like a teenage girl who gets flustered every time a cute boy talks to me. It’s that bad. I would list them and the pet-names I have given them… but that would be ‘using behavior’ for me and I’ve made a half-assed pact with myself not to refer to people with names such as ‘sexy hairy arms’, ‘hot bulge man’ and ‘pounder’. I guess there is always tomorrow to start that.