Footwork

One, two, make a call.
Three, four, do service y’all.

Five, six, sponsors rock.
Seven, eight meetings roll.

Nine, ten write again.

I am tired and thankfully feeling silly. I turned on the device to muse about footwork in program. I read the phrase,  “doing the footwork” three times tonight as I flipped through Just for Today.

I have procrastinated the footwork. I hid from the footwork. I ate and drank instead of dancing the dance of 12 steps. It is a dance I can never lead. I follow the lead of those who know better. I follow the lead of God and Brigid.

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