As I pass through the first quarter of what I pray will be the first of many years of recovery, (a day at a time) I'm beginning to believe that all of what I've gone though in the past three and a half months might actually be for a reason...
I think that because it was so scary and because I felt so hopeless early on, that I'm really savoring being sober a day at a time. One of my daily meditation readings reminded me of how critical it is that I never forget who and what I am, and where I've come from. Time and time again, I've done this; to my own peril... I pray I never forget that I'm not in charge, and that without a program if recovery and a higher power; I'm doomed!
Because I'm so stubborn, it takes me an awful lot of pain to learn the hard lessons. I'm hoping that the pain I recently endured will be the catalyst for my continued growth and learning. Like the picture in this post, I'm a slow learner... Time to turn the page!

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