We Can’t Think Our Way Sober - 2/13/22
Get down off your high horse - my mom
I tried. I tried to think my way sober. I tried for years. Part of my inability to sober up was the denial that alcohol had become my master. I didn’t admit defeat because my delicate ego wouldn’t accept that. “I’m smarter than this!” became my anthem, as I poured myself another drink (or had a second helping even when full, or spent money I didn’t have of something I didn’t need, or or or). It was all a lack of self-control - isn’t that what Society said? With every failure, I hated myself a little more.
“God helps those who help themselves”. I wanted God to do it for me, not with me. My ego had turned from “I’m so smart” to “I’m such a loser”. Both opinions began with “I” and set me at the center of my world.
Ego is a funny thing. It can have me believing the most ridiculous things in spite of all evidence to the contrary, while completely poo-pooing any idea of stepping aside to give way to a promise of Loving help outside of myself. If I am truly a co-creator, I can’t ignore the “co” part. Am I teachable? Can I humbly ask for help, then relax into receiving?
Spirit of Life, I am yours. Build me and use me wherever I can be of service, and help me remember that in all things, all is well.
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