It's chastening to post honestly. I don't want my sexual sobriety more than anything else. I say to myself I need wiggle room, and myself agrees.
Rome wasn't built in a day is my argument. I argue the Capital of the Roman Empire had been fearfully and painfully growing during hundreds of years.
And picture the mental constructs of French and English mindsets, perpetually contending.
Believe not what I say --- that's not what truly counts; what does is whether I do what I say.
Today I kept one of my words and honestly, not just in the technical sense but in a whole hearted sense.
There is something going on. A sense of an orderly retreat in the face of an unstoppable force that releases a hundred different and interesting directions.
Imagine the freedom to be able to say what it is one feels no matter what fear of giving offense nor what fear of appearing foolish or intemperate.
I am struck by the depths of the soul-searching honesty shared amongst those of us in the SPAA Zoom meetings, that brother and sister fellowship. Not a speck of judgement.
I am half way, forty five days today in fact, into the ninety meetings in ninety days committment, with twenty days SPAA sobriety.
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