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to act in ways that support recovery -- yours, mine, and ours. it has been quite a roller-coaster ride of emotions this week. hope, disappointment, fear and assertiveness. i told a sponsee yesterday that when he was ready to do recovery IRL, i would be there for him, as i am not going to be an “online” sponsor. he has a million excises why he cannot do any recovery stuff in person, and i get it. when one tries to cram recovery into a busy life, usually one does not get the gifts that recovery has to offer. i could project what i think he felt, but i will not. i know that if my sponse had said that to me, i would have been pissed off for twenty-four hours, and then i would rearrange my life to fit my recovery, even if it meant squeezing out of the time i think i needed for sleep. in fact, i would do everything i could to prove that MoFo wrong by doing exactly what the fellowship suggests.
this morning, i am in the sort of mood to challenge one of the men in my life who owe me a giant amend, by wearing the hoodie he stole, to the meeting this morning. i know that is so freaking passive-aggressive, especially as it is more of winter jacket weather, rather than hoodie weather. as i consider whether or not i am acting out of spite or kindness, i can choose to err on the side of kindness. as my Dad often said, kindness costs me nothing and spite has all sorts of costs that i am unwilling to pay.
anyways, it is time to bundle up and slide on over to my home group. i know that when i CHOOSE kindness and treat those whose paths i cross today with a bit of kindness, the world is a little less chaotic and awful, and in these dark days, perhaps a bit of kindness will go a very long way.

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