Usually when I someone tells me this I want to choke them. I know “And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed…”
Blah, effing blah, effing blah all ready!
Isn’t It A Fine Line?
So often by the time I hear the word “Acceptance” from someone in the program, I am wound up “tighter than a 2 dollar watch.” I am either pissed off and frustrated or sad and close to tears. It is hard for me to identify when I accept something as it is or if I am avoiding dealing with it all together.
I go to this meeting that is mostly a group of Old Timers, it is small- sometimes 5 people sometimes 25. It is a Discussion Meeting. It is a real anchor to my normal Home Group shelter meetings where the sobriety is so green you can smell it. Probably this other meeting at any one point there is a couple hundred years of sobriety present. Lots of wisdom in all shapes and sizes.
One of the Old Timers came in sat down next to me and was reciting and a whisper, “Acceptance, acceptance, acceptance.” Of course naturally I figured he was talking to me, because at that moment everything in the universe revolved around me.
My whole life I have made snap decisions. While some of them I could honestly say came from my gut. All along my HP has been with me. I felt that I was being told to do something – I was listening. But near the end of my drinking, many of my decisions were emotion based, and based in reaction mode. Storm off, snap at someone. I learned not to trust myself. When I first got sober, it was hard to know which decision was a reactive, emotional situation or an honest, gut, “God Bomb” moment. Today, I am trying very hard to “sit” with my decisions, especially those tough ones.
The Old Timer
Back to our Monday night Discussion Meeting…we talked a bit about life and the weather before the meeting but it wasn’t until he shared to the group about a very serious operation he is going to need in a couple of weeks. How he is frightened. How he is hoping people could connect with him (he lives alone.) Maybe be willing to drive him to a meeting or two. We all circled around him with phone numbers and learned the dates of his procedure.
The Lessons of the Program
His whispering “Acceptance” over and over had nothing to do with HIM telling ME what to do, HE was telling HIMself what to do. Yeah, I learned humility too, that night.