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I just thought I'd share.
I've been to another Al-Anon meeting today.
I wasn't going to go. It was a real effort getting myself dressed and out there. It's not the walking into a room full of strangers that scared me but the journey there. I'm not sure why but it fills me with trepidation.
But it was weird. It was an unfamiliar part of town in a tucked away place and my feet just found it. No consulting maps. No walking in the wrong direction. No getting lost. No stress. I thought that had to be a good sign.
Anyway. It was a dedicated newcomers meeting working the first three steps. I didn't share today because I have to admit being slightly in shock and having a whole load of processing to do after the chair.
The chair was a revelation to me. Well not so much a revelation as a realisation. I won't go into detail but it gave me some clarity and I am incredibly thankful.
After the meeting I went home (after going to buy myself a lovely bunch of roses and a magazine) and started typing (and crying). I've started the outpouring and while it hurts, makes me cry and is painful it feels good. Cathartic.
I am in the right place and I am grateful.
I've been to another Al-Anon meeting today.
I wasn't going to go. It was a real effort getting myself dressed and out there. It's not the walking into a room full of strangers that scared me but the journey there. I'm not sure why but it fills me with trepidation.
But it was weird. It was an unfamiliar part of town in a tucked away place and my feet just found it. No consulting maps. No walking in the wrong direction. No getting lost. No stress. I thought that had to be a good sign.
Anyway. It was a dedicated newcomers meeting working the first three steps. I didn't share today because I have to admit being slightly in shock and having a whole load of processing to do after the chair.
The chair was a revelation to me. Well not so much a revelation as a realisation. I won't go into detail but it gave me some clarity and I am incredibly thankful.
After the meeting I went home (after going to buy myself a lovely bunch of roses and a magazine) and started typing (and crying). I've started the outpouring and while it hurts, makes me cry and is painful it feels good. Cathartic.
I am in the right place and I am grateful.
I was just wondering, when you say "the chair," what do you mean? The sharing that the person chairing the meeting did, their message? The symbolism of your actual physical chair (as in, piece of furniture upon which you sat) in that meeting?
Sometimes, those moments of clarity, those times of eureka, come so unexpectedly.
CLMI
Sometimes, those moments of clarity, those times of eureka, come so unexpectedly.
CLMI
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I was just wondering, when you say "the chair," what do you mean? The sharing that the person chairing the meeting did, their message? The symbolism of your actual physical chair (as in, piece of furniture upon which you sat) in that meeting?
Sometimes, those moments of clarity, those times of eureka, come so unexpectedly.
CLMI
Sometimes, those moments of clarity, those times of eureka, come so unexpectedly.
CLMI
I certainly wasn't expecting what I came away with but it was an OMG moment.
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