I began to feel like a clown juggling too many balls.
Each ball represented a problem I was keeping up in the air.
My arms were weary
and I knew I couldn't keep on much longer,
but I was not about to give up.
My pride and ego wouldn't let me.
Bosses, judges, co-workers, lawyers, car notes, bar tabs,
loan sharks, utility payments, landlords, my girlfriend,
people I had double-crossed --
I looked to all these as the source of my problems,
while overlooking the most basic problem:
my drinking and myself.
I'd known for a long time that I desperately wanted off
this merry-go-round,
but I had no idea how to do it.

Thought to Ponder....

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.

Recovery Related Acronym

A B C = Acceptance, Belief, Change.