Our Paths are Our Own
I was shown examples, given suggestions, and I saw the positive results in others that I wanted for myself. It all seemed so very far from where I was, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. I also saw what I didn’t want for myself, and learned that I can say no to those ideas and directives from anyone, if they don’t fit me at any given time.
My way into the rooms was my own. It was similar in many ways to the experiences of others, but was mine to look back on and learn from.
My spiritual path - and that’s the essence of the result of seeking and choosing sobriety - is uniquely mine, even as I walk with, behind, and ahead of so many brothers and sisters. I choose my rest stops, and ultimately how long I rest. I choose to move forward. Sometimes I have to retrace my steps to get my bearings, and sometimes I plow ahead with a burst of energy. Sometimes I reach out to help someone on their path when they ask for my help, and sometimes I am the one reaching for assistance.
I have choice - always. I have a map and a compass. I have a guidebook which reminds me to care for myself as I go, in the way I care for others. I see where people ahead of me me have walked, made wrong turns, and listened to their stories of how they made their way back.
I might choose to plant flowers as I go. I may stop to clear debris and pick weeds. Along the way, I recognize that I’m not the One who directs traffic. When I let go of that bossy-pants aspect of myself, I am free to concentrate on, work through, and most importantly, enjoy my own path.
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