my daily reflections…

with the hard learned humility through the honesty of step 1 and the hope from step 2, i get to continue forward with my recovery blossomin into the faith which step 3 teaches me to learn. learnin i was not the end all, that i was part of a greater whole, gave me the courage to honestly branch from self-centeredness into an idea of an HP. watchin others in this thing we do helped to give me hope that if i, if only a lil bit, put some kind of belief into this HP idea, maybe the shit storm i was livin could get better. i mean, it was bein shown to me by the others in the room, why couldnt i get some of it too. even if it all didnt change right now, like i so desperately wanted it to, i didnt need to allow myself to get discouraged with any small gains i was makin. whether it was merely keepin my ass away from another 1st drink, turnin everythin over to somethin i couldnt see or touch, or just not rippin the hide off my body in impatience. all i had to do was put one minute in front of the last, one hour in front of the last, and one day in front of the last. and sometimes, its still that way today, 6893 days later. im blessed to know a better solution today. 1 day @ a time...