I accomplished this step almost immediately. It’s easy for me to make a decision. I can’t count the number of times I decided to quit drinking.
Step Three: Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God, as we understood Him.
“Yup, that sounds like a really good idea. I will start doing that.” Many a meeting did those words tumble out of my mouth, only to remain in the abstract. Because my alcoholism knows: to blur is to forget.
There needs to be, for me, a ritualistic component to this program. Scheduled sit-downs throughout the day where I check-in and actually turn my will over sounds like a good idea. I have yet to put a recurring alarm in my calendar for these sobriety and serenity check-ins. I have, however, made the decision to do it. It’s amazing how often my brain confuses decisions with actions.
If a punch card is what it takes, so be it. Acknowledging a practice and not doing it only diminishes its power against my constant diversions from right-sized thinking and doing. I can’t get too far down the road if I’m constantly pulling over to refuel.
For today: Actually, physically, hit the knees and be conscious of the moment. Ask out loud.