11.22.25
What a fantastic Saturday. I woke up a little worried about how the GSRU planning committee meeting might go, but it ended up overflowing with new people ready to jump into service. We filled a ton of committee positions. No begging, no awkward silence, just people showing up because they want to be part of something bigger. That alone felt like a miracle. I’m excited and blessed to be part of the 2026 event. It’s wild to feel that sense of purpose stretch out into the future.
After the meeting, I got to spend time with a friend for a belated sobriety birthday lunch. Sushi, good conversation, and that ease you only get when you’re not running from your own life anymore. And then I needed a nap! Peak recovery luxury…eat, rest, breathe.
Then came axe throwing. Pretty sure it’s not a hobby I’m going to pursue, but I can say I did it, didn’t injure myself or anyone else, and it’s another thing I get to actually remember thanks to sobriety. It was for a friend’s work holiday party, and we had the whole VIP room to ourselves. Ping pong tables, corn hole, food, and plenty of laughs. One of those nights where the fun is loud, but my head stayed quiet.
On my way home, the 10 o’clock meeting called my name. I don’t usually go because it’s later than my old ass prefers, but the timing lined up perfectly. The room was packed. A lot of honest shares about surviving the holidays sober. The message was pretty simple. Don’t overcomplicate things. Take it one day at a time. A holiday is just another 24 hours.
Today was service, connection, rest, trying new things, community, and recovery all braided into one. This is the kind of day that reminds me why staying sober is worth every bit of effort.
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