I talked to a sponsee tonight and she shared with me the topic of the meeting she went to tonight...what keeps me coming back?
What does keep me coming back?
For the longest time, fear was my major motivator. I was so terrified I was going to drink, which would mean losing my babies. I did it for them and only them for a long, long time. So, going to meetings gave me the support to believe I could do it one more day, one more miserable day. If I planned on going to a meeting, I probably wouldn't drink before hand and I usually heard something that kept me driving down the freeway and straight home, holding my breath as I passed all my favorite places.
The motivation has changed today however. I like the peace I have found in my life, I enjoy being happy, and I try like hell to keep it. I go to meetings, work with others, talk to newcomers, give rides because it reminds me of that old place I used to live in and the place I do not want to revisit. My crazy me is kept in check. I go because I always hear what I need to hear. I hear how someone else has walked through exactly what I am attempting to walk through and they didn't have to pick up or act a fool. I am not terminally unique. I go because that is where I am reminded that it really is simple, if I am willing. I go to give back what has been given to me.
When I first came in, I thought I would learn a few tricks to stay sober and that would be that. I couldn't understand why people with 30 years were still going to meetings...they must be slow learners. Today I know that I have learned a different way to live, happy and peaceful. I have a daily reprieve, contingent on my spiritual maintenance. I can't wait to be that 60 year old woman sitting there with 30 years, still willing and still teachable.