Complacent

Lately, I've been feeling my arch-nemesis complacency sneaking up on me. I'm doing pretty good. I don't have much chaos or drama in my life. I've settled into the daily trappings of life. As a result, I feel the need to stir the cauldron. I have irrational desires to do things I know are no good for me. Like blog about feeling complacent when I should be doing my damn job.

Anyway, I went to a great meeting last night and came to some acceptance that I really need to branch out. I need to go to some different meetings. We talk about willingness all the time, and I remember when I was new to NA I would walk to a meeting that was about 2 miles from my house at night. . . in December. . . just to go to a meeting. That was willingness (which is a verb). Now I've got a little clean time and I've lot some of that urgency and zeal.

So, I spoke with a friend from my home group and my sponsor and have made a commitment to my recovery to get outside my comfort zone, to display a little faith and willingness by going to some new meetings and expanding my support base.

I'll let you know how it goes.