In the past, this disclaimer in no way would have stopped me.
Now, it makes me hesitant. That’s called progress.
So, here we go.
We admitted we were powerless over alcohol – that our lives had become unmanageable.
Check and check. Next?
This step I knew for years without doing anything about it. And not in some fuzzy, back-of-the-head kind of way, either. My mouth would move and words would come out. “Don’t get out of the car. Do not walk across the parking lot. Turn around before you enter the convenience sto – okay, now stop. Don’t head for the coolers. Don’t open the coolers. Get an energy drink this time. Shock the clerk. Whoops, nope; he’s already got the paper bag out. Too late.”
My body was a drudger, and a practical one at that. It knew what my mind refused. This was going to happen whether I liked it or not. From under the seat rose the empties to make room for the newbies. In the summer, hoped they didn’t get warm. In the winter, hoped they didn’t freeze. The perfect day for this alcoholic was 35 degrees and really, really cloudy.
Of course, the forecast remained bleak.