Recovery Day

I spent most of today doing recovery stuff: a couple of AA meetings, some reading, several hours with my J friends. It's been so rewarding that I'm thinking every Sunday ought to be Recovery Day, though not--as in the case of Sally Albright's days-of-the-week underpants--because of God. A few quirks of timing make Sunday perfect for Recovery Day: it contains two meetings that I love and is a convenient day for Ja to hang out with me.

I hope it goes without saying that in designating Recovery Day, I'm not reducing the time I spend on recovery stuff the rest of the week. It's more that I'm gifting the day to myself, yay. It can be a time of assessment and renewal, culminating in specific sobriety-related commitments for the week to come.

So: As a result of the time I gave to pondering and talking and acts of honesty today, my commitments this week are to (a) not drink; (b) renew my blogging on at least an every-other-day basis; and (c) start to grieve properly for what I've lost in choosing sobriety. More on this controversial idea to come. Stay tuned, kids!