Fibonacci Sequence

I have come to believe . . . no, embrace . . . that I have no fucking idea how anyone else should live their life.  I believe we're all geared for and prepped for and intuitively/intrinsically suited for all manner of stuff.  It sounds childish to me to have to say that but I've really gained a great understanding at how varied people are and how I have no clue what's best for anyone.  One of my great A.A. truths is that I never give advice, ever, even when someone asks for my advice because really what they want is for me to validate whatever they're doing.  I tell people what I did; I ask them questions that might help them gain new insights into their motivations; I can quote A.A. literature and provide info in some of the spiritual texts I've read; and then I end the discussion with some form of "I'm sure you'll figure it out"  or maybe "I can't wait to see what happens."  Why am I suited to marriage?  Fuck if I know.  Do I regret not having children?  Only in the most peripheral, abstract way.  Should I have finished optometry school?  Do.  Not.  Know.  

Rock on, little brother.  Be happy, be content, push yourself, sure, but never lay your head on the pillow at night with any sense of "it wasn't enough" today.  My tendency is to beat myself up for falling short.  Fuck it.  Fuck it big time.  I'm 67.  I'm going to be dead in 20 years.  I'm going to feel bad about something?  Fuck it.  It was enough.  It is enough.

Someone today referenced the Fibonacci Sequence in her share.  I mean .  .  . the Fibonacci Sequence!  I was too stunned to listen to the rest of her share.  I have no idea what the reference was.  I have no idea how I can get the Fibonacci Sequence into an  A.A. comment.

"Make a decision."  That's great and everything but I still have to take action.  I can make a decision to take a walk but I have to get outside and take a walk.