Into Action
I guess that admitting there’s a problem really is the place where change begins. I am happy to report that since my last entry about anything that’s actually going on with me, the messy bedroom/dirty laundry/no job/slacking on step work problem I’ve been harboring, I have
- Done my laundry. All of it.
- Substantially cleaned my room.
- Gotten a job, in the not-for-profit sector which always makes me feel like I’m cleaning up some of my karma and being of maximum service to my Creator.
- Done some step work every day. Sometimes not much, but some.
In addition I have remodeled the women’s restroom at the “Red House,” the meeting house for AA meetings that I most frequently attend. The tasks I completed, with the help of two other men, include laying new vinyl tile, installing a new toilet, installing new cabinetry and a new counter top and basin. Pretty butch for a faggot, eh?
So this morning I’m a little tired. In fact I think I’m going to go back to bed now. I am much relieved, though, that I’ve actually made some progress; moved forward a little. Those things were weighing me down so much that I was nearly unable to carry the burden. I really feel like making them concrete by naming them made me better able to focus on improving them. They say the first step to recovery is admitting there is a problem, right? It seems to apply to more than my addiction, or perhaps part of my addiction is procrastination. Either way, naming the problem is a good starting point to work toward improvement from.