my daily reflections…

in the days of doin my dirt my life was governed by blame and denial, each misfortune demandin a convenient scapegoat. incapable of self-recognition, i mistook self-righteousness for moral clarity and self-pity for depth. the more i accused, the more i drank, and the further i receded into resentments paralysis. this thing we do dismantled that delusion. through rigorous inventory and confession, i discovered that fault-findin, once my shield, was in fact my bondage. today, my Step Ten inventorys belong solely to me, a disciplined inquiry into motive and meanin. i ask where fear displaces integrity, where ego eclipses grace. this practice, though unsettlin, restores spiritual coherence. each failure now serves as instruction, a summons to humility, honesty, and the continual surrender that refines my soul. 1 day @ a time…