I grew up thinking practice makes perfect. In baseball, golf, tennis, in school & business, the desire to improve, to be better and to excel was planted deep. Yet, walking into recovery, my life, littered with awards, plaques and money spent to achieve the next level,
I was lost. You told me that “Practice makes progress.” WTF?? I never heard that before!
In the literature & 12 Steps, you told me there was a design for living that worked. All I had to do was admit mine had failed.
That wasn’t so hard to do; but to grow, I needed a new plan and a new Architect!
Yesterday, after many calls with friends, one with an infected liver looking for a detox to check into, I went out in the 105 degree temp to finish yard work. It was a great sweat and workout. When I stepped back to look at the progress, I got a call from another friend asking if I was grateful to be alive? Yes! To be out on Osborn, friends driving by yelling for me to get my papers or pull my pants up was enough validation. My visions of a good life have changed; although money, property, prestige and cute girls still get my attention, you’ve taught me to look at the progress God’s made with me, rather than achieving what I think I must have.
Later, at Kegans seated for the happy hour food menu with my buddy Richard, it was so true. Thank you.
In exchange for a bottle, a hangover and keys to the Motel 6 or Super 8, you’ve given me a pathway to knock on Heaven’s Door,
plus a bonus - a seat anywhere in the world to enjoy life.
