Torn Asunder

Sometimes I sit at a meeting, as I did tonight, and picture us all at a bar. To whom would I be attracted, whom would I sit by? What could I offer, what would I share? I know what I used to bring to the bar to share. . .my resentments! If needed, I had a backpack full of old grievances and resentments from which to draw. I added to it faithfully and carried it everywhere. It was very, very heavy. The bubble bursts and I marvel at how we are all related and relating now in AA, connected, growing, sharing, listening, caring, living. . .sober!