New Look, A Little More Focus

Dear Faithful Readers (both of you),

As any fool can plainly see*, we have another new look.  I think I’ll be keeping this one for a while.  It’s pleasant-looking and — more importantly — it’s easy to read.  I had some complaints about the dark theme.  Everyone thought it looked smashing, but found the contrast wanting.

I’m also planning to seriously reduce some of my online presences elsewhere, and give more attention to this blog.  Despite my efforts in other places, I’m unlikely to save the world.  Here, however, I just might help some poor addict save his or her ass. (See below)

So.  We’ll see, won’t we?  Or maybe not.


*Mammy Yokum, 1947


Which brings me to another thing that I thought of when I was writing the lines above.

We go to meetings, we talk to people over coffee, we share over the phone, we take meetings into institutions, and all the other 12th Step work that we’ve come to enjoy, most of us.

Occasionally someone will pop up and say, “Hey, I really liked what you said,” or we’ll be leading a meeting and sort of see the little light bulb go on over someone’s head. But did you ever stop to think about all the shy folks — the ones who listen but don’t comment? We’re communicating our ideas about recovery to a lot of people, every time we open our mouth at a meeting, or the meeting-after-the-meeting, or at a family gathering, or on our blogs, or here at TSR, or anyplace else we speak of recovery.

No, we don’t get feedback from all those folks. They don’t come up to us and shake our hand. Sometimes they don’t even meet our eyes. But they hear us. Everyone has some addiction in their life — their own or that of someone dear — and you can’t really talk about recovery in public without drawing a lot of surreptitious attention. Depending upon what we say, their entire view of addiction, recovery — hell, maybe even of their own lives — can be changed, and we’ll almost certainly never know a thing about it. As we say in the rooms, “You may be the only book on recovery they’ll ever read.”

Think about that, my friends.

Speak carefully, and well.

Portions of this were also published on The Second Road.

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About Bill

Birder, cat-lover, pilot, poet. Former lounge lizard, pauper, pagan, lifeguard, chauffeur,cop and martial artist, turned pacifist addiction writer. Tries to be a good husband, father and brother, and makes a decent friend. Likes to take pictures. Stumbling down the Middle Path, one day at a time.

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