Sometimes I go for a long time without sharing in meetings. Once in a while, if there are a lot of Newcomers present, I try to make a point of sharing – if for no other reason than to welcome them. Whether or not I speak up during the meeting, when we go around for introductions and I say my name and confirm that I am an alcoholic, I am claiming my seat. I am reaffirming to myself and my fellows that I am here in a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous where I belong. These plastic chairs have been the seat of my continued education and evolution. From these chairs I have given and received experience, strength, hope, wisdom, guidance, reassurance, laughter, tears, and many deep sighs. I have been told that if I get my butt in the chair, my heart and mind will follow. This advice has proven true. I have also been told that I can either be around AA or be in AA. To be in it, I need to claim my seat. Recovery is not a thing that has been foisted upon me. It is something I have chosen and re-chosen every day. By raising my hand and opening my mouth I participate in my own healing. I become part of the solution, for myself and for others. So I take a seat. Then I make it mine.
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