I’m worried about my daughter. Now a big, huge worry. She’s mostly OK, mostly great. But not a tiny worry either. She is having some life stuff go on, and she’s far away from me. From everyone, really. And I worry.
It’s disturbing to me how quickly and completely my mind sinks into worry. It is, I am sure, one of the most useless, most corrosive emotions I can feel, and I feel it too often. I “should” be better by now.
At my meeting on Saturday, the speaker asked for a blessing of sobriety. I said this then, and I still hold it very dear. Though I am worried about my daughter, and I’d like to not worry so much, she is not, I’m pretty sure, worried about me. That’s because of AA.