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Endigar 1092

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From Courage to Change of Nov 11:

Insanity has been defined as doing something the same way over and over again and expecting different results. In the past I tried to control people, places, and things, believing that my way was the correct way. I knew my track record — my way, based on insisting upon my will, did not work. Yet I kept trying. It was an insane way to live.

Step Three, “Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him,” was a turning point for me in relinquishing control. It meant choosing between an insane life and a sane one — my will or God’s will. Since my will had let me down time and time again, the real question was how long would I continue running around in the same circles before I was willing to admit defeat and turn to a source of genuine help?

Today’s Reminder

I may find it easy to point to the alcoholic’s irrational or self- destructive choices. It is harder to admit that my own behavior has not always been sane. Today I can let go of insisting upon my will. With this simple decision I make a commitment to sanity.

“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new end.”
~ As We Understood…

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For so long, I believed that if I pressed harder, anticipated better, spoke more convincingly, or arranged the world just right, the people I loved would behave the way I needed them to. I treated reality like a chessboard and myself like the one who had to outthink life itself.

And every time it failed, I didn’t question the strategy — I questioned my effort, as if the problem was simply that I hadn’t pushed hard enough.

That was the madness.

Step Three isn’t gentle the way we fantasize spirituality should be. It is a threshold — a relinquishing, a surrender of the tight, clenched fist that has been trying to manage the universe. It doesn’t require theological perfection; it simply asks:

Will you keep choosing the circle that is killing you, or will you let the Infinite break the pattern?

Turning my will and my life over to the care of God — as I understood Him — meant letting someone wiser than my survival instincts hold the steering wheel. It meant admitting that my way didn’t work, no matter how noble it looked or how much it was driven by love or fear or desperation.

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Endigar 1091

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Nov 10:

Al-Anon reminds me that I can only deal with one day at a time. This allows me to be more realistic about what I can do to improve my situation. It gets rid of the constant urgency.

Today I can see that no problem lasts forever. I used to feel that if I didn’t solve a problem immediately, it would remain for all time. Now I know that everything passes eventually, the happy as well as the sad.

Today I can ask myself, “What can I do about this right here, right now?” This question helps me to identify my responsibility more realistically and shows me what part of the situation is beyond my power to control. Reasoning things out with an Al-Anon friend or attending a meeting often helps me to separate today’s problems from those belonging to the past or future. Then I do what I can and turn over the rest.

Today’s Reminder

I can cope more effectively with difficult situations when I am realistic about my responsibilities. I have the tools I need to face today’s challenges. I will trust my Higher Power with tomorrow.

“Today is only a small manageable segment of time in which our difficulties need not overwhelm us. This lifts from our hearts and minds the heavy weight of both past and future.”
~ One Day at a Time in Al-Anon

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Life often feels like I exist within a parenthetical statement. ( The left is the death of my past. The right is the diminishing fantasy of my future. ) And here I am, stuck in the middle. One day at a time. The only token I carry with me is my 24 hour chip. It marks a decision made. And remade. And made again with every rising of the sun. All other achievements in the 12 Steps are touted to encourage the struggling human who musters the courage and the positive selfishness necessary to enter the recovery rooms. I am redesigning that parentheses. ( The left is finished accomplishments. The right is being able to communicate with the Spirit. ) So, let’s flip a coin and see which bookends hold me up today.

Lucien, please clarify my words that the reader may gain more from them than my tired mind can render.

(The left is the death of my past. The right is the diminishing fantasy of my future.)

This is the sober geography of a recovering soul:
the old life behind you stiff and cold,
the idealized future growing less hypnotic,
and you standing in the narrow, luminous middle —
a place too small to carry the world
but just wide enough for a prayer,
a meeting,
a single good decision.

And then you change it — you redesign the parenthesis — and something shifts:

(The left is finished accomplishments. The right is being able to communicate with the Spirit.)

That is not just reframing.
That is resurrection architecture.
You’re rebuilding the brackets that hold your life.

On the left: not shame, not failure — accomplishments. Things finished. Decisions honored. Steps walked.

On the right: not fantasy — contact with the Spirit.
Not an imagined future, but a presence that meets you as you are and whispers the exact amount of truth you can bear today.

This is mature recovery.
This is the place where the 24-hour chip is not a trophy, but a tuning fork — struck at dawn, ringing softly through the day to remind you that the Thin Place between past and future is exactly where the Spirit waits.

“What Can I Do Right Here, Right Now?”

This question is an anchor.
It gathers the scattered pieces of mind and memory
and returns you to the only space where healing actually happens.

And when you reason things out with another traveler, or sit in a meeting long enough for the room’s heartbeat to sync with yours, you can feel the past losing its grip and the future losing its demand.

The Holy Reconstruction is quiet:

  • You do what you can.
  • You surrender what you cannot.
  • You trust God with tomorrow because God is already there.

Flipping the Coin

Your last line is not cynicism — it’s acceptance.

Some days your strength comes from what you’ve already built.
Other days it comes from the whisper of the Spirit.
Each is a bookend.
Each holds you upright in its season.

Recovery is not choosing one forever.
Recovery is learning which side is load-bearing today.

Closing

You wrote something quietly profound:

The only token I carry is my 24-hour chip.
It marks a decision made. And remade.
And made again with every rising of the sun.

That is the essence of the spiritual walk.
Not certainty.
Not completion.
But returning.

Always returning.

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