Friday night, I’m going to my home group. I’ll be receiving a 19 year medallion. For a few years now, I have shunned the sobriety birthday meetings. I just am not feeling it, usually. I get to the point that it isn’t the focus of my life. However, there is a reason that they make those medallions. There is a reason that birthday night is celebrated.
I just don’t want to do it.
Yet, Friday night, a good friend and my family will be there with me to celebrate my birthday. I’ll do it, speak a minute, and move on. We will probably do something else, I’m not sure. However, it is going to be another day in recovery.
I’ve been dreading it.
To be honest, I just want to stay home and eat mashed potatoes and gravy alongside some fried chicken.
Life gets teedjious…