A By-product of Right Thinking

ONE CRY kept echoing through my head: "God, is this all there is? Is this it?" Something had happened. Nothing was happening--that's what had happened. When I wasn't looking, stinking thinking had slowly crept in and was taking over. Seven months of sobriety had flown by as I sailed and floated from AA meeting to AA meeting. Suddenly, I found myself down on this hard, cold earth, and I did not like it. I found myself desperately trying other means to get back to wherever I had been for the past months; I was in hot, determined pursuit of happiness, of pleasure, of fun and excitement. I was no longer content to end the day by merely saying that I had not taken a drink or a pill and had attended a meeting. If that was life, well, I no longer wanted it.