Man oh man, do I have nothing to say today. Nothing overly positive, at least. Or overly negative, for that matter. I’m neither. I’ve made a list of things to do today, and I’ve been looking at the list for over two hours now, and nothing’s happening.
Step Twelve: having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.
It’s not easy, getting all Pollyanna’d up every day. Of course it’s much simpler to let the balloon drop to the floor than attempting to keep it airborne. I’m more comfortable in that environment, anyway; one of low energy and lower expectations. This is exactly how the drunk me likes it: nobody looking my way.
But, thanks to the fellowship and the miracle of this program, I’m no longer confined to emotional extremes. Funnily enough, there are numbers between zero and eleven. The greatest tool I’ve received is understanding that if I find myself somewhere in between, I don’t need to round up or down.
Today: Not feeling good or bad is fine.
12 the hard way 