February 26
The Resentment of an Acorn
Because no one believed that I was a giant oak inside, I had to prove it and drop my little cap and leave my shell behind. Now I stand big and tall, alone, board feet to the sky. I have lost my portability in my quest for the recognition of my potential. My amazing growth painful due to its cause; poor mental health is a bitter road to achievement. As I stand head and shoulders above the undulating canopy reflection comes on a sweet breeze. Am I sorry I’m here, it could have been worse, could have been eaten by a squirrel or glued endlessly to a third-grade art project “my walk through the woods” bugs could have gotten me, though that looms even now. I could have disintegrated, lost my power and integrity. Whatever the driver I am appreciative of the destination, there were many darker roads on that map. It’s good to be here. It’s good to be anywhere sober.
Shade your honest attempts
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BELIEVE
Listening to what people say
Is a half waste of time.
Believing it is a full waste of time.
Truth wills out in behavior.
No matter what is said
What is done is the real deal.
What is done over time
Is the final test.
The things that are repeated
Resounding from one generation to the next
Are to be counted on.
Believing in told truths
Is a snare and a delusion
The trap of all traps.
If your sponsor has a sponsor
You may sleep at night.
If your sponsor works with that sponsor
You can sleep soundly.
Doing the right things.
Doing them over and over again
Doing them with others,
Your group, your friends, your sponsees
That will make you believable
I can think of nothing else that will.
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