Do you 12-Step? I don't. It goes against several fundamental aspects of my nature. Still, it seems like not 12-Stepping can make turning over a new leaf more difficult. I mean, it’s hard to form a Help Group for the Fundamentally Anti-social and Smugly Superior. Sort of, y’know, oxymoronic.
Mrs. Little Hunting Creek recently wrote a stirring testimonial about her addiction. This made me laugh (because I always laugh at addicts-- I'm cruel that way). Just the day before, I'd been in the midst of sorting and refolding my fabric, towards the goal of rearranging the studio (see Resolution #2, 2011). I was quite proud of myself for having divested several yards of (perfectly good) fabric and making quite a bit of space in the storage cubes. I said as much to the Husband.
Then I informed him that very afternoon my mother had told me a good friend of hers was cleaning out stash and wanted to know if I would be interested in her "vintage fabric". The Husband was visibly derisive and snorted, "Pssht. Yeah. Ask the addict if they want more heroin."
Sadly, I came to the conclusion that there was little I could say in response. Except, "Uh. Yeah."
More heroin, please.
I don't 12-Step. I can 2-Step... if held at gunpoint... and forced to drink a whole bunch of tequila.
I didn't say it was pretty.