Part of something big

When I got sober 25 years ago, I was working at a state capitol building in the northeast. It was my dream job and I was in the process of applying to law schools. Yet on many days it was becoming increasingly difficult to get to work because of my drinking. Although I was a good worker when I showed up at the office, my duties also required me to attend evening events with free-flowing alcohol. I went into these soirées the vision of professionalism. I would dress up classy, smile and laugh at peoples’ jokes, but in a short time I’d start to stagger and slur and everything would slowly fade into a blackout. Often, I’d leave and go to my usual watering holes on my way home. Not a pretty sight; not my ticket to the top. After I came into AA I found that it was not a job I could handle with my newly found sobriety.