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i grew angry and frustrated with anyone who suggested there was hope for me, because i knew better. spiritual ideas may have had some bearing on the lives of other addicts, but not on mine. hope did not spring eternal from the well of this addict in those early days, in fact i was positive i was going to be one of those addicts who never quite **get it**. so here i sit a few years later, at the end of my second world service conference, getting ready for one of busiest, possibly most contentious days, with a few thousand days clean and the desire to live a program based on spiritual principles. from a hopeless wretch, to a person who decides to live a spiritually based life.
this is truly something i never saw coming, by the time i decided to start to recover, i believed that i was doomed to a life of active addiction. today, i get to choose how i will live, how i will behave, and if i will use or not use today. and my decision…
drum roll please…
i decide to get clean, even if my picture was sent to the fellowship with me addressing the conference. not only do i get it this morning, i want to live it! and with that final thought it is off to the races. life is good this morning and perhaps i will write a bit more later.

∞ DT ∞