my daily reflections…

since my recovery has begun i have done many things i wouldve never attempted to do back in the days of doin my dirt without alcohol bein involved. the honesty i thought i had was dishonest. the hope i thought i had was fear which brought broken dreams of grandeur based on bankrupt ideas. the only faith i kept was in the distrust alcohol brought. the courage i had was liquid cowardice. there was no integrity only immorality. on the anvils of this experience found through soul-searchin moral inventory and much discussion with trusted friends in recovery, by faith and by works i have been able to build upon the lessons of an incredible experience. it is my hope and my faith today, to persevere in sustainin my willingness to follow my HPs will. it is by these works, i never fall back into the dark days of hopelessness and despair. 1 day @ a time…