my daily reflections…

i wish i could say i was cured of my alcoholism. that normal human emotions did not affect my life on a daily basis. but i cannot. sometimes the emotions i buried back in the days of doin my dirt come to the forefront of my mind and i remember em like it was yesterday. they may come from experiences in past i had forgotten about and somethin today sparks a memory, and BAM, there it is, just as strong and powerful as it was then. practicin my recovery has preconditioned me to face these emotions and memories with tact, prudence, and faith. i get to, usually after ive chewed on em for a min, put forth the solutions which have helped me along my tour of duty in recovery. honesty, hope, faith, courage, and willingness, give me the ability to turn these jarrin, unexpected, sentiments and reminiscences, a look, and then an opportunity to gain experience to get better, livin through self-centered fear, promotin self-love and care. 1 day @ a time...