Sunday night, I packed for this week’s business trip. I’ve learned over time that I need to make a mental checklist of items I will need for the week ahead. This is especially true when I am packing for my first trip after a few consecutive weeks of being home. Somehow, when I’m home, my packing skills grow weak, and I become especially prone to forgetting things.
I’m pleased to report that I did not forget anything for this trip. That’s not to say, however, that my packing for this week was perfect.
As soon as I was out of bed, I opened the drawer where my folded clothing is stored. I threw on the t-shirt I packed for mornings, as well as the shorts. The black pajama shorts I like to wear. The ones that look a lot like black bicycle shorts Amanda wears.
This morning, I discovered that her shorts do not fit me. As I pulled them up, something felt odd. It was more like trying to pull on a pair of my spandex cycling shorts. Only this pair would not even go up midway past my thigh. So, I pulled them down, and sure enough, I had grabbed a pair of Amanda’s shorts instead of my own.
In the same way that packing clothes helps prepare me for a business trip, I have found it useful to pack my recovery too. I look ahead at my week, and assess whether or not there will be time for a Twelve Step meeting. I prepare myself mentally for how to get there. Then, I execute that plan.
When preparing for last night’s meeting, I remembered having been there last summer. What I could not remember was which entrance into the large church I should use to find the meeting, so I allowed extra time just to be sure. I arrived, and a fellow saw me exploring the building’s exterior, “Are you looking for the meeting?” I answered that I was, and he pointed to the door, “Go downstairs to the basement.” I thanked him, and did as he said. Soon, I was there, and was helping set up chairs, and visiting with the other recovering addicts in the room.
It was a success!
On the other hand, however, there have been times that I’ve shown up for a meeting in another town, only to find that the meeting no longer exists. The first time this happened to me was back when I was trying to get clean for the first time. I had not worked any steps with a sponsor… I was too special to need that. So, frustrated, I looked up, and decided it was a sign from God that I didn’t really need recovery after all. I literally told myself that; and I used again that night.
When I say that I pack my recovery for business trips, what I mean is that I depend on everything I have learned about myself and about recovery over the past several years. In the same way I usually pack extra socks and under ware in my suitcase, I pack those lessons learned in my spiritual suitcase. That night that I credited God with my drug use, I didn’t even own a spiritual suitcase; much less have one that was filled with the knowledge and tools needed for such an occasion.
The key to keeping my spiritual suitcase filled is found in the practice of self-discipline. It is easy to grow complacent in recovery. We regularly hear the stories of addicts whose complacency has led to relapse and even death. So, even when tempted to be complacent, I pack prayer and meditation, meeting attendance, reading literature of a spiritual nature, and doing step work.
Because of that self-discipline, I can laugh when things don’t go my way, instead of using life’s hiccups as an excuse to use. When I pull on a pair of shorts, and realize the mistake I’ve made, I don’t use it as an excuse to sit around naked. I just chuckle, and come up with an alternative plan.
Have a remarkable day!