The idea of "morals" scared hell out of me for years . . .
Nothing could dull the edge of what I realize now
was simply cold fear.
I was frightened at the very mention of "morality,"
because it posed too big a problem for me - -
big because it was simple. . .
In my solitude, I asked myself,
"What do I believe in?
What would I stand up and be counted for?
What do I really consider right and wrong?"
And immediately I understood
that I had now begun to take a meaningful
"searching and fearless moral inventory!"
I am still trying to answer, to my own satisfaction,
those three simple questions.
And I think I am pursuing them well, because I am sober. . .
I think the answers have something to do with love,
a word I do not use freely.

Thought to Ponder....

I am responsible for the effort -- not the outcome.

Recovery Related Acronym

F E A R = Fools Every Alcoholic Repeatedly.