When my own house is in order, I find the different parts
of my life are more manageable. Stripped from the guilt
and remorse that cloaked my drinking years, I am free to assume
my proper role in the universe, but this condition requires
maintenance. I should stop and ask myself, Am I
having fun yet? If I find answering that question
difficult or painful, perhaps I'm taking myself too seriously
-- and finding it difficult to admit that I've strayed from
my practice of working the program to keep my house in order.
I think the pain I experience is one way my Higher Power has
to get my attention, coaxing me to take stock of my performance.
The slight time and effort it takes to work the program --
a spot-check inventory, for example, or the making of amends,
whatever is appropriate -- are well worth the effort.