|A picnic on the beach|
I have a new fellow to sponsor which is really a good thing. He is pure Al-Anon and young. His dad is an alcoholic, and he is gradually learning to let go of expectations and the anxiety that has been part of living with active alcoholism. For the time being, he calls me every evening to talk about Step One and being powerless over other people. It takes a while to realize that nothing one says or does is going to change another until they want to change. I can't make someone surrender to my will. I tried for many years, and it didn't work.
I have the final exam tomorrow. In retrospect, the discipline of studying again was the hardest for me. I am not the disciplined person that I used to be. To others, I seem really disciplined, but really I would much rather be doing those things that I want to do, rather than the stuff that I need to do. My spirit rebels against a schedule now. Maybe that isn't a bad thing. I'm not worrying about it since it feels like pure freedom to me.
Tonight is rowing with the group. I did some rowing this weekend, but rowing the little dinghy is not much hard work. People take pictures of us all the time in the dinghy rowing to shore. Someone said, "Oh, you two look like the couple from The Notebook."
This weekend is my first passenger gig to Beaufort. We will set sail on Friday morning and sail down the coast with a return on Sunday evening. I am looking forward to see how this goes. If all goes well, then I may have a part time job going sailing. I'll keep you posted on what happens.
|Rowing to shore|
|Cloudy relief from the heat|