THAT FIRST RIGHT THING

Anyone familiar with AA slogans?  There’s a ton of them, they’re brought up in meetings as being annoying but simple staples in recovery.  This past while I’ve been hearing the same one over and over, “Do the next right thing.”  The slogan, “First things first,” could be applied as well.  This is super relevant to me right now as my last day at my job (at my last job?!) was last Friday.  What exactly is my next first  right next thing?  For me it is:

Waiting.

And today it was emailing a couple of yoga leads.  Waiting on answers.  Waiting on other people.  Like my son when he doesn’t get what he wants five seconds ago, I’m not a fan of waiting around.  I’m impatient.  I want to know what I’ll be when I grow up yesterday.  Since I’m 38, I’m years late on figuring that out, in my mind at least.  Closer to knowing what I don’t want to but still not sunk deep into the center of the bulls eye.

The days are rolling out into a nice clip.  Coffee.  Toddler.  Sesame street.  Sand box outside.  Getting into things in the garage.  Eating breakfast slowly.  There is no thinking about things to do before work.  There is only now and this.  It is peaceful and feels right but I’m eager to make some kind of living as well.

Going on a last minute camping trip helped too.  My sponsor had said she was going camping.  It worked out that I could go for one night, my first night away from H since he was born.  I guess that has to happen sometime, eh?  My poor mom got up with him a couple of times.  There was a potluck and a meeting around the camp fire.  I didn’t sleep as much as I thought I would.  We were serenaded till almost midnight by some ex hippie rockers and an acoustic guitar.  I read with my flashlight under my sleeping bag.  Early risers woke me up at about 6.  I rode up and back with a friend.  It was nice to talk with her in the car, hang out with my sponsor and other friends, and enjoy camp life:

It sprinkled in the morning, thankfully nothing like the last camping trip.  There was another meeting that morning.  I think it’s been years since I’ve been to two meetings in one day as I attended a meeting back home that same night.

And I got to see this guy when I got home:

Back to the next step:  Living.  Living amends.  Being a good mom.  Applying for jobs.  Being thrifty.  GOING TO MEETINGS.  Working out that yoga vibe.  Praying like a mofo.  What else?  Oh yeah, laughing, smiling, enjoying my son, anticipating that next thing with positivity, and stepping into the things that come my way.

The next right thing.  Looking up, capturing that moment, and being grateful for it.

Love and peace to you all.

~Namaste.