80 Easy Does It
Yesterday was a rough day. I was in my head. I was in the ghetto! “There’s gang activity in there, Elizabeth. Get out quick!” My sponsor would say. But I made the choice. Yesterday I decided to feel sorry for myself and to beat myself up for the things I had lost, mistakes I have made. I truly believe that having a bad day, at this point, is a choice. When I choose to not take action against this stinkin’ thinkin, I’m choosing to let my disease have more power. Yesterday, for the most part, I chose to have a bad day and sit in my self pity. Not picking up was the best I could do.
Today, although I’m not feeling that great, I’ve been active. But I’m still in the ghetto. I need to go to a meeting. I have one planned for this evening, and I can’t wait until 8 pm. I hate the phrase Easy Does It because it is such a difficult one for me. I have a hard time Easy Doing It on anyone. My expectations are high and so I therefore have few people who meet these unrealistic expectations and demands which make my relationships difficult.