I’ve been back up on the boat for a couple of days.
Working on my place went well. I got alot done, but i also got some rest.
That is something I have been doing much better at this year. I sleep 8 hours most of the time, sometimes longer. I don’t sacrifice sleep to get more done, like I used to.
I put my computer in a box and haven’t been editing videos since I started coming up here.
YouTube has been on hold, and looks like it will remain on hold until after crabbing slows down.
Im on a no sharing what we do order from the boat, until after its over. Which is smart.
I don’t have a place I can set up here and edit old footage with. Im minimal on the boat.
It leaves me a lot more time to participate here which I have been enjoying.
While I was in Port Orford, I stayed pretty low key. I still feel bad for Phil and don’t want to rub it in his face.
Being low key is out of respect, and it’s none of anyone’s business anyways
I binged on Zoom meetings while I was there.
It reminded me of getting sober in Slc back in 2002 where there were a lot of meeting to go to.
I went to meetings from all over the world. Some I sat and fully participated in, others I listened to while I worked.
I got hit with some great messages. My favorite was “your disease will lie to you in your own voice” that hit home.
I had a great meeting after the meeting with a guy from Louisiana.
It reminded me that AA is a miracle, and its amazing. I let personalities get in the way, and I forget how awesome the program really is.
Having time to kill and spending it here has been awesome too.
Things are going great here.
Im doing the next right thing.
Doubts crept in a little while I was in Port Orford. Some fear. Some future tripping. Now that I’m back, I have no fear no doubts.
I had to use my thumb to get here as there aren’t any busses on the weekend and I cant be late.
I got picked up fast and got a ride all the way to the dock. It feels like higher power is taking care of me.
Tonight is the evening before my 6 years without a drink tomorrow.
6 years ago from right now, I was in a blackout, being a train wreck dickhead drinking and driving like I owned Kawaii.
One drink had never owned me so quickly and as harshly. I’ve done plenty of stupid shit drunk, but this was different.
Im glad it happened. It allowed me to fully concede to my innermost self that I am an alcoholic, and one drink is too many.
Im fortunate!
I don’t take my recovery for granted.
I think I did at times In my previous recovery