As I sit down to write this, I look through my photos. For each year, there are approximately 7 months of beautiful photos, followed by 5 months of photos like the one above. Oh, sure, it was pretty at the time, the sun setting over the frigid landscape, a frozen lake, and the bleak nothingness all around. I wondered this morning, there is a “dead of winter,” what would be the expression for the height of summer? It wouldn’t be the “dead” of summer.
I have been invited to a party tonight. A bunch of AA folk are going to get dressed up and go to a nice restaurant. It sounds nice, but it is across town, and I despise driving on NY Eve. So all day long I shall weigh the positives of going to be with people I love, and the negatives of putting my life at risk on a cold snowy winter’s night full of drunks on the highway. None of them practiced at driving drunk as I was. Practicing Alcoholics don’t tend to go out on New Year’s Eve.
There are meetings to go to today, people to see, lists to prepare, phone calls to make, and driving all over town to do it. It should be a good day.
Later I would like to sit for a moment and contemplate the year, and list my hopes for the new year.
No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon. — Matthew 6:24