Fears

 On a morning walk this week, I passed a stained and funky couch, half on the sidewalk, half on the street. It made me think of the old commercial (for Volkswagen??) where two young guys loaded a discarded chair or couch into their vehicle, realizing just a few blocks later that it was way too stinky to take home. That made me wonder how many people younger than me would get the reference, which made me marginally nostalgic for the days when there were three or four TV stations resulting in a shared frame of reference. Going to school, and those early jobs post high school, we'd talk about the previous night's episode of Laugh-In or maybe the Mod Squad. Never again, now with hundreds of channels and streaming services and podcasts galore.

Which is just one more reason I appreciate our 12-Step programs - the shared frame of reference. My "pitiful and incomprehensible" may look different than yours, but we all know what it feels like to put the bottle or the bag in front of everything we hold dear. Like Dr. Bob said about Bill W - Here was someone who spoke my language. I can go to any meeting anywhere and while the customs might be a tad different, the basic message is the same.

Speaking of language, I'm heading to Italy soon to do a five-day walk along the Via Francigena, the whole of which goes from Canterbury in the UK to Rome. I'm just doing a portion, in Tuscany, joining up with a couple of women I met on the Camino last year after my friend broke her ankle. An adventure! Due to some shifting circumstances, I'll have a couple of nights on my own in Florence up front, and one night in Rome at the end. I've been to Italy, both before and after sobriety, but it's been a very long time, so I've been checking out Facebook groups for tips (like, only use the white cabs that say "taxi"). Most of it is common sense, as in, be mindful of one's surroundings, but I found myself in a bit of a twitch with the "what if's??" Kind of like before the Camino last year, I've been picking up on other people's anxieties, so I made the decision to stop lurking on social media. I am a seasoned traveler. I appreciate specific instructions on catching the train, but don't need everyone's worries about wearing the right shoes, looking like a tourist (I am a tourist - I don't mind looking like who I am; I just don't want to act like a tourist), what to do about (fill in the blank). And, this time next month I will have gone and returned. 

And right on time, from Richard Rohr's daily email (4/30), "Ask yourself regularly, 'What am I afraid of? Does it matter? Will it matter in the great scheme of things? Is it worth holding on to?'” Am I afraid of getting lost, or of looking stupid? Well, I've never been so lost I didn't get home, and there probably are times I've looked stupid, which matters SO much less these day (A. No one is paying much attention to me and B.if they are, to heck with them!). Am I worried about pickpockets (a valid concern in tourist areas)? Well, I've taken the advice of how to care for my passport and cash.  Am I afraid of something terrible happening to me while I'm gone, or to a loved one back home? Well, all I can really do is make sure my papers are in order in case I'm the one with the problem, and remind myself that I can always come home early if needed. Of course, I could just stay home, forever, but don't most accidents happen within five miles of home?

The Big Book tells me what to do with my fears - set them on paper, and then ask if I'm relying on myself rather than the infinite Universe - not a deity on a throne handing out kudos or consequences. More like trusting that this life with its ups and downs has a way of working out. I can stay out of my own way and not manufacture my own misery. 

Last week I heard a Fifth Step, and did Step One work with a new-to-me fellow long-timer. Over the weekend, hubs and I spent time with pals, not in an AA setting, but with the program as the framework for who we are and how we came together. As an Alanon reader reminds me, gratitude is a spiritual elevator, and I so often feel that when I'm with like-minded others.

My faux step-daughter had a birthday this week (we say I'm her pre-step mom, married to her father before he met her mother). For a year or two after her dad died, we were in close contact, now that both of her parents are gone. She lives out of state, and as time has passed, our contact is more sporadic, but I'm grateful for the connection, the connection I certainly wasn't expecting when my first husband and I got back in touch in the few years before he passed. Some of the greatest gifts in my life are the ones least expected, like my actual step-daughter, now a grown woman living her dream.

Time marches on, in my own life and the lives of others. Sometimes, allowing for time zone differences, I'll imagine what my former sis-in-law in the UK is doing - having afternoon tea perhaps? Or what about all the 12 Step meetings that are occurring simultaneously around the world, some in the morning and some at night? So grateful to be part of the solution today.

What do you do to re-center if you feel yourself picking up on other's anxieties or moods? Do you utilize the fears inventory, or some other process when you find yourself focused on "what if?!" ? Who, or what, is on your gratitude list today?