Good Days And Bad Days
Copyright © The A.A. Grapevine, Inc. – April 1991
I have the tendency of falling into the trap of judging my days. Some I would classify “good days” and some as “bad days.” But recently, while I was reading the account of Bill W.’s trip to Akron (When he met Dr. Bob), I had a new insight. Here was the perfect example of a “bad day.” He was broke, in a strange town, in the middle of a lawsuit, discouraged, lonely, and thinking about having a drink. This is as bad a day as I have had in my sobriety, but because Bill W. had this particular “bad day,” I am now sober. Sometimes when I think I am having a bad day, I am really learning a hard lesson, cheap. And sometimes, when I think I am having a good day, I am really in trouble and just haven’t recognized it yet. I’m really no judge at all of what kind of day I’m having.
Scott L., Brentwood, TN