Today's thought from Hazelden is:

Reflection for the Day

There is no advantage, no profit and certainly no growth when I deceive myself merely to escape the consequences of my own mistakes. When I realize this, I know I'll be making progress. "We must be true inside, true to ourselves, before we can know a truth that is outside us," wrote Thomas Merton in No Man Is an Island. "But we make ourselves true inside by manifesting the truth as we see it." Am I true to myself?

Today I Pray

May I count on my Higher Power to help me carry out the truth as I see it. May I never duck a consequence again. Consequence ducking became a parlor game for chemically addictive persons like me, until we lost all sense of relationship between action and outcome. Now that I am healing, please God, restore my balance.

Today I Will Remember

Match the act with the consequence.
From: A Day at a Time (Softcover) by Anonymous


There's my old pal Thomas Merton. I think that I am being as true to myself as I can be. For the first time in a long, long time I know who I am and sort of what I want. It would be easy for me to look at others and say that they have missed the boat entirely but it's not my business. Sometimes I need to learn to walk away. This may be one of those times.

I also see the topic- balance- in this reading. I've felt disconnected and off balance for some time now. I went to a meeting last night and felt a little better for having done so. I know I've needed a meeting for some time. The problem was that I did not have the gas to get over to Lawrenceburg. I was doing well to keep gas in my vehicle for driving around here. I rode on fumes last week.

Things were okay at school today. Work was the topic of conversation at the Al-Anon meeting last night. I don't want anyone to give me advice or try to solve my problems but I did ask for prayers. I think I had a lot of people praying for me to make it through the day. I did have to tangle with the drama queen this afternoon but I did not touch her in any way. I merely blocked her into the corner until she could calm down. When that didn't work I walked away and left her to stew in her own juices. My body hurts too much to wrestle with her and my job is too important for me to lose.

I have a new internet buddy. He's an English professor from Pennyslvania. He's going to help me find some more information on the Donald Davidson. I want to turn that article into a series of articles for the bicentennial issues of the Giles County Historical Society Bulletin.