Like the honesty and the spiritual love we have for each other, laughter was one of the main reasons I keep coming back. Where else but in an AA room would someone recount the most terrible of personal tragedies only to have the whole room burst into laughter? This good-natured laughter taught me a new perspective -- things aren't really as bad as they seemed. This observation was a relief from the bondage of self.
"You can't laugh and think at the same time." The source of all my problems lies between my two ears. My thinking is the reason I drank. Bottles were only a symbol. For example, somehow I learned as a little kid that I needed to be perfect to receive love and I've carried this false thinking all the way to today. Am I too serious? Hell, you would be serious too if the fate of the whole western world depended upon you doing even the most mundane tasks perfectly.
Yep, that's where all problems lie -- between my ears. There are no problems in reality. All the problems exist in my perception and my perceiver is busted. Slowly, ever so slowly, my thinking is changing. Like a bucket full of dirty water sitting below the slowly dripping faucet of Truth. One drip at a time the water in my bucket gets cleaner and my thinking becomes ever so slightly more aligned with Spirit.
“I came for my drinking, but I stayed
for my thinking.”