My life until I got sober was anything but peaceful. I lived on a steady diet of drama… well- executed and self-induced emotional trauma. But I wasn’t alone in my exciting life. I definitely wasn’t lonely. I found plenty of company along the road of dysfunction.
Then in the Spring of 2007, I got sober–and stayed that way. By now, life has taken a welcome and peaceful turn.
To those of us who have hitherto known only excitement, depression, or anxiety — in other words, to all of us –this newfound peace is a priceless gift. ~ Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, 2011, p 74.
I exchanged alcohol and it’s legions of demons for sobriety and the Twelve Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. Peace, to me, is a priceless gift. Peace started for me during Step One when I admitted I was not all-powerful; that alcohol had me by the throat!
For those who knew me before, you might wonder if putting down the bottle made me smarter, less klutzy, even luckier, perhaps. Nope.
Not smarter: I’m still struggling to understand things that seem to come naturally to a lot of people.
Not less klutzy: I’m still suffering mishaps.
I haven’t won the lottery, either. I never liked gambling and that hasn’t changed. I want to put my bets on a more sure thing, like sobriety.
The gift of peace, in part, came from realizing how small I am in the scheme of things. I’m not God. I’m not in charge. The gift of peace during the work of the Twelve Steps came in a package called humility.
I was reminded of that gift again when I saw this short video. It’s been around a while, but it’s a good reminder.