my daily reflections…

there are certain readins in the literature of this thing we do that grab my attention and make me think about the reason i no longer do my dirt. when i can honestly see myself in these readins, i get to realize how the life i live today is so much different from the life lived before my recovery. feelins like real inferiority, childish sensitivity, and an abnormal cravin to be someone who aint me, remind me how humility and a sense of correct, accurate, and discernin self-identification, have been brought to the surface of the reality i get to live today. i can be free in my own skin, love the person i am without puttin on a show fer the approval or high thought of anybody else but me. do i still want to be loved, fuck yes, but not at the cost of martyrdom. recovery has given me the ability to be me, love me, and be ok with it. 1 day @ a time...