PO Box 1980

Seven years into the program of Alcoholics Anonymous I thought I had my problem licked. AA meetings were no longer necessary as I filled my hours with community service and spending time with my family. My job was fulfilling and I excelled. I had it all. . .many acquaintances, self-esteem, a marriage that stayed together, my first child on the way, and of course I was sober. Or so I thought. What I didn't see were the things I allowed to fall by the wayside. My Higher Power became less and less important until I no longer felt his presence in my life. The principles of the program were lost in day-to-day activities that seemed more important. Meditation was a distant pastime and friends were too hard to work for.