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.
Words of Recovery 