There’s a saying in AA (and OA). Beware of H.A.L.T. Halt! Never get too Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired, because it leaves you open to slips.
I did fine when I went to Syracuse, because I had Richie with me.
And I had a fabulous time in Richmond. The air was gorgeous, the grass was green, the people were wonderful. But … I got tired. And by the end of the weekend, trudging through the airport, I was at low-ebb. Had a small bowl of oatmeal and a breakfast bar, hours ago, and … Excuses, excuses. I gave in. Continue reading