So, back to why I love Wednesdays. About four months ago, there was an announcement about teleservice at a meeting that I wasn't even suppose to be at.
Quick story...I was crying my eyes out that day. I wanted to pack it in. I was in full self destruction mode. I paused, thankfully, and remembered that a meeting might take me out of it and if it didn't I could always self destruct after that. I went to the meeting...it was canceled. FUCK!! Alright, self destruct time.
I decided to go home and look for another meeting. Cool, another meeting very close. I drove over there. It was in some apartment complex. Couldn't find it. FUCK!!
I knew in that moment, the reason I was suppose to be at that meeting...I needed to get into service. I gave the girl my number and started like a month later.I called my sponsor in tears as I continued to look. She patiently talked me down, like she always does and told me about another meeting across town that I could make if I left right then. I made that meeting. It was not canceled and it was right where it was suppose to be. I was so pissed though. First, I had been driving around and looking for 2 hours and second, when I got there it was a podium meeting and I had signed that stupid list (I haven't shared this yet, but I hate, hate, hate to talk in meetings and standing up at a podium...screw that. But, I committed to be willing to do anything for my recovering, so...) . Of course I got called on and I talked. And I felt better.
I was terrified that first night, but it was fantastic. I got 12 calls!! Most just looking for a meeting, hopefully that they all found without 2 hours of searching, and a few that needed more than that. Some with two days, others with years. Some probably drunk. Some fresh off a relapse. Some from out of town. Some just wanting to talk. All, however, took me out of myself from 5-9 and have every week since. Magic!! I love Wednesdays!!