![]() Because I had gotten so wacky in what I perceived to be a familial pressure cooker, I had run to a meeting, unloaded more than necessary about how and why I was so uncomfortable. Showing up was a big part of sobriety after all, wasn’t it? I hadn’t yet learned that, as there are with many program truisms, there are exceptions. I was at a meeting in my Upstate New York hometown, where I had gone to “show up,” no matter how reluctantly, for Thanksgiving weekend. “It’s time for you to give up hope for a better past,” he said, before he adjusted the Buffalo Bills cap on his head. I turned to see a crusty old guy, holding an unlit cigar, who looked impatient for me to either finish baring my soul or move on to a different subject. I was in the middle of what I thought was a soulful, honest share when a voice bellowed from the back of the room. ![]()
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