my daily reflections…

ive always ended any of my personal daily reflections with the closin “1 day @ a time”. the reason fer this is coz the first big book i ever received was from the director of a halfway house in angola, indiana; it gave me hope. on the first blank page, above his name, he inscribed that statement. i was incarcerated in a county jail when he sent it to me. the significance of this has stuck with me throughout my recovery; i still have, that now, tattered book. today, as that wordin has stuck with me, ive tried to let loose the fear of yesterday and tomorrow, focusin on the right now. its been my experience, when i do this task, i inevitably, by default, clear up the wreckage of my past, and set up any personal goals fer any future events fer success. ive found, through this process of recovery, i dont have to live in fear of yesterday, or tomorrow. today is as big a life i need to manage. 1 day @ a time...