I talk to myself a lot. Long monologues about various world issues. Silly songs about the current traffic. Rationalizations and justifications spew forth as if they became more valid by my saying them aloud.
Step 11: Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.
I can talk myself into anything. I can also talk myself out of anything. And once I’ve talked myself into or out of something, I knew two things were sure to follow: that my decision would appear insane to any rational human being, and that I would stick to it regardless of any and all evidence to the contrary.
Step Eleven suggests that I start talking to God. And after telling myself the same stories again and again, without any resolution or peace, why would I get hung up on talking to my higher power?
I find talking to God to be a nice way to quit worrying. Letting go of people, places and things is the key to my sobriety. Period. So I let go as often as I remember to, and know that jumping to conclusions only oils the tracks to crazytown.
What I’ve learned: Wait for things to unfold. This can be as little as letting my loved one finish her sentence, or as big as talking myself out of setting the office on fire. 9.5 times out of 10, they resolve themselves. How’s that for miracles?