Some memes

in my life, through living a program of recovery, brings me to place of pondering what i need to do next. okay, got to admit it, i am just parroting the reading there. yes, it is quite true that through working an active program of recovery, i have a very stable life. i have been involved in many areas of service, since i got clean and long before i was a member. including sponsorship. i often wonder how much **of service** i really was in those first eighteen months, but this far away from those days, it really does not matter. what does matter is how much **of service** i am today.
yesterday, when i dropped this ditty on the netizens who happen to read this, i was certain that i was going to carry my sick self over the the Rec Center, to work out, regardless of the fact that i was shedding viruses all over the place. i had a moment of clarity inspired from what my significant other said: if i was a sweat bomb in bed, then i had a fever and probably should not go to Rec Center. i took her direction, very grudgingly, and walked a two mile jaunt around the neighborhood instead. in that moment, the service i did for myself. getting out and about and a workout in, versus the service i did for others, not spreading my malady to others who chose to use the Rec Center, felt like the next right thing to do. today i had little choice about where to work out at, as my car is in the shop, getting the hopefully final repairs completed. i can say the the slow four miles the the dawg and i trudged through felt great until i got home and my body let me know that bit was not happy being put into an exercise mode. maybe tomorrow will be a better day to pound out a good workout.
so i got my car back and now i can chill for a few hours before all the fun begins. it is a good day to be clean. service from here on out is taking care of me and being there for a sponsee as he tells his story this evening.

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