All Matters Family

Yesterday I rang up Shorty, my go-to guy in all matters family - I haven't given him the chance to tell me to go to The Fellowship For Those Who Know Alcoholics for a while.  I figured his time was nigh.  He needs to feel like he actually knows something from time to time.  This is my opportunity for passive-aggressive service work.

I need my friends to help me look at difficult situations from all possible angles.  I don't need people to agree with whatever it is I'm doing - I'm not in a bar drinking anymore.  I want to see stuff with a new perspective because my inclination is to think that whatever stupid thing I'm doing is, in fact, not stupid at all but a very smart, very appropriate thing.

I want to balance my responsibility.  I'm the guy who has a powerful spiritual program - I need to go the extra yard, to be the bigger, better, badder human - and I'm also the guy who should know enough to keep a low profile when I'm not needed, or wanted, a tough task for someone who knows everything about everything.

My family percolates along.  I try to stay in touch.  I try not to stay in touch too much.  I try not to get angry or judge.  I try not to tell god what it is he should be doing or not doing.