Running with scissors

I am an alcoholic. I enjoy defying convention, or popular wisdom. I go out of my way to defy rules. I work hard no matter what it costs me, to be a pain in the tail for others. I make things worse for those who love me and live with me.

So, going to the conventional rules is against the grain with me.

This morning, I found a loophole to one of the rules. That rule is, don’t run with scissors, you will get hurt or hurt someone.

I found the right pair of scissors. It’s a little folding set that folds into itself. It is used in sewing, knitting or crochet. I have it on a chain and I wear it around my neck while working with thread. I realized that I could run with it, and go on in my life reasonably safely.

What does this have to do with recovery?

All morning long, I have been bucking the system. I have done everything and anything I could to not write this blog post. I have done anything I could to not work the steps. I have done anything I could to not work my homework.

Maybe, I just had the wrong tool. Maybe, I was looking at it from the wrong angle. Maybe, just maybe, like with this blog post, I needed to look at this from a different way.

So, I have quite a bit of work to do. Have a good day. That is all for now.

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