This morning I had one of those prayer sessions in which I felt a great sense of divinization and insight.
I realized that I am farther behind in my math class than I thought. I tried to get some work done but kept getting interrupted by my daughter. I grew more and more anxious as I thought about how each day is like this. I began to write a script for the future as futile. At one point thoughts of giving up and quitting school came to mind. But, I asked for help and stuck with it and thought about the fact that she would be taking a nap in the afternoon and I could get some work done then. I did finally get to work steadily. I didn't get much dome but I got something done and I felt enthusiastic about math.
I had a ramdom thought about describing 12 step work to someone new. I thought about relating the moral inventory to managing addictive behaviors. About how regulating the emotions and motivational forces in order to manage the moods and decision making in small daily matters, conditions a person with addiction to have power to resist their deep desires and obsession.
In the evening my parents came over for my daughter's 3rd birthday celebration. I enjoyed spending time with them and sharing laughs and conversation. I had an awkward moment with my dad when I had to insist that we not pursue his idea to have my son pitch at his target contraption. But, surprisingly I misread him and he wasn't really mad and we had a good time. I even got an opportunity to inform him about not talking bad about poor players when he mention how critical parents can be.
Thanks be to God.
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