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“Luckily, we each had within us our own Odysseus, our own Higher Power, which grabbed us by the collar and threw us back into the boat. So now we’re rowing like hell. We may not know what’s going to come next, but we’re back on our way through life again.”
– Story of the Lotus Eaters, Life with Hope, first edition, page xx
Being in recovery is like rowing a boat and not trying to steer it. I rely on the fact that when I try to steer, I go over the edge with expectations. I keep in my thoughts my gratitude and I am willing to row like hell. This helps me grow and look at myself today, and be able to look at my part. I realize that doing these simple things is all in God’s time.
Final thought: Today, I will take my blessings with me and pass them on in a loving and caring way, relying on my Higher Power to steer the boat.
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