my daily reflections…

one of the 1st questions i was posed in my early recovery was what my priorities were. brilliantly asked by my sponsor, it was a gauge of my alcoholic thinkin. of course, with this trick line of questionin, i answered as i had thought throughout the days of doin my dirt. i was the 1st priority. as i continued forward with my answers my sponsor didnt waste much of his time with lettin me answer. i learned as my HP spoke through my sponsor, my priorities had been my problem my whole life. i had always placed dependence on others, financial and material security, and most importantly, me, above everythin else in life. havin watched others in the rooms come in and get a lil better and head back out the door and either come back with their tales between their legs or read about em in the felony report or obituary, i gained an understandin of why i needed to change my priority list. 1st things 1st turned into God, recovery, and service. it wasnt an automatic transformation but was a malleable metamorphosis as i continued to work toward fixin me. oh, the clever wit of recovery, usin me, to fix, me. 1 day @ a time...