The Manager

Wheels down in a new city.  While everything has gone pretty damn well, actually, I'm really, really, really, tired of NOT BEING IN CONTROL!

I think I recall something in the First Step about powerlessness.  It's vaguely familiar, in a nagging sort of irritating way.  We start with understanding that we're powerless over alcohol, which is painful enough, then are asked to grasp the fact that we are powerless over everything.  This can be very frustrating to a guy who needs to have control over everything.  It's pretty much the exact opposite.  What I get versus what I want.

People came into my house and put a lot of my stuff in boxes.  Not all of it; just enough that I had the illusion of still being in control, which lasted a day or so.  Then they put the boxes in a truck and drove it away.

"Bye-bye, stuff," I trilled, tears spilling from my bloodshot eyes.  "Bye-bye!"

Still, I had some suitcases packed with my "important things."  I gave these to a man at the airport who tossed them on a belt which went into a black hole.

"Bye-bye, very important things," I sang out.  "Bye-bye!"

Funny how I thought I was making some progress.