A very neat thing happened at a meeting yesterday.

There’s this relatively-new thirty-something guy who clearly goes to more meetings than I do. I mean, every time I go to a meeting, there he is… Anyway, I like him, because he takes himself seriously without being all full of himself.

For the past couple of months, every time he’s shared, he includes “and I’ve been sober for 37 days” or whatever. Very precise. Clearly keeping track as he gets his footing. Well, last night he said “and I’ve been sober for 87 days. Or 86. Something like that.”

Ain’t it cool? No matter how rocky we are, no matter how hard those first few days, weeks, months are, before too long we get to a point where we no longer know EXACTLY how long we’ve been trudging the road to happy destiny. And I think I speak for many of us when I say that before we got to that point, we had trouble believing we’d ever get to that point.