I’ve had wonderful things happening in my life recently. A wedding. A trip to Paris. But even with that I’m confronted with myself and the sure knowledge that recovery is “progress not perfection.”
I found myself –in the midst of these good things--stoking an old resentment and contemplating schemes to make another person miserable. “Just a tiny tweak”, I told myself. “Just a teensy jab in her direction?”
And then it hit me. Good stuff was happening in my life: Love. Happiness. Sobriety. And then this thought:
“My happiness is not contingent on other people’s unhappiness.”
And even then I had to pray to be better than my own thoughts, to be bigger and better than I may really be.