My life is out of control. I'm at Step One every day, no matter what other step I might be working on. A few days ago I was in the process of keying an email to another steps sister. She had read some of my OA journaling, and my question was whether she thought a particular entry was too raw to post on a blog. As the words "too raw" plunked onto the screen, the words on TV broke into clarity. The TV was merely background noise until those words blared - "too raw." An interviewer was telling an author he had read several chapters of the book, and mentioned a certain passage. The interviewer asked if the author had any concerns deciding to include some of the intensely personal material to the reader. And he used those words: "Did you have any concerns it might be too raw for your readers?" My ears picked up those echoed words and caught the author's answer. He answered back: "Heck. Life is raw. Life IS raw."
There was my answer. Instead of pressing Send, beaming my question through cyberspace to my friend, I simply tucked the questionable journal entry back into its slot. It will appear here in time.
We come into OA rooms to deal with raw life and all its scars and scabs. The Program, the tools, the people in the rooms, help us heal. Today begins my story, some days good, some days not.
Hugs,
Steps Sister
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