From Courage to Change of Nov 17:
“Keep coming back” is a phrase we often hear in Al-Anon. Why is it so important? Because many of us have grown so hardened in our fights with alcoholics or flights from alcoholics that we literally found it difficult to sit still for the process of recovery. We had to have answers right away or take action right away. Yet we felt just enough relief at our first meeting to come back once more. And then again, and again. Slowly we learned to sit still, to listen, and to heal.
No matter how many years we’ve been practicing the Al-Anon program, we can use the reminder to keep coming back. Difficult times come and go, even after long-term Al-Anon recovery. With each new challenge, many of us still need reminding that “there is no situation too difficult to be bettered and no unhappiness too great to be lessened.”
Today’s Reminder
If I feel discouraged today, I will turn to the basics of the Al-Anon program. I’ll get to a meeting, call my Sponsor, go back to the First Step. One day at a time, if I keep coming back, I know my situation will improve.
“If I really want to learn how to fit easily and happily into my environment and my relations with other people, Al-Anon has something for me.”
~ One Day at a Time in Al-Anon
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I did not learn stillness because I wanted to. I learned it because urgency finally betrayed me.
Urgency sold itself as survival. It claimed I had to act now, decide now, fix now—or else something would collapse. But that voice was never wisdom. It was control wearing panic’s uniform. It was fear insisting it be obeyed immediately so it wouldn’t be exposed.
Recovery did not indulge that impulse. It dismantled it.
Learning how to sit—really sit—was an act of resistance. Listening without fixing felt like standing down from a war posture I had lived in for decades. Letting truth arrive on its own schedule felt like treason against the part of me that believed speed was strength. But urgency was not strength. It was exhaustion pretending to be vigilance.
The work did not make life easier. It made me clearer.
Old patterns don’t die. They stalk. They wait for fatigue, pride, or distraction. New challenges don’t announce themselves as threats—they arrive disguised as competence tests: You should know better by now. That lie is seductive. It flatters the ego while isolating the soul.
When discouragement hits, the corrective is not drama. Drama is the addiction’s afterimage. The corrective is obedience to what works.
Go to the meeting.
Call the Sponsor.
Tell the truth without curating it.
Not because I am weak—but because I refuse to be ruled by impulse again.
“One day at a time” is not a concession. It is a refusal to be tyrannized by imagined futures. It is mercy with teeth. It strips the moment down to what is real and survivable and actionable—without fantasy or self-punishment.
Fitting easily and happily into the world does not mean shrinking. It does not mean appeasing. It does not mean erasing sharp edges or pretending to be agreeable. It means alignment. Spine under spirit. Presence without armor. Strength without flailing.
Consistency outperforms intensity because intensity burns hot and fast and demands applause. Consistency builds authority quietly and leaves evidence behind.
So today, I keep coming back.
Not out of sentiment.
Not out of hope alone.
But because I have learned which battles are real—and which ones were never mine to fight in the first place.










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