How often I avoided a task in my drinking days, just because it appeared so large! Is it any wonder even if I have been sober for some time, that I will act that same way when faced with what appears to be a monumental job, such as a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself?
What I discover after I have arrived at the other side - when my inventory is completed - is that the illusion was greater than the reality.
The fear of facing myself kept me at a standstill and, until I became willing to put pencil to paper, I was arresting my growth based on an intangible.
Reading the book;Daily Reflections
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