By the time I had reached Step Three I had been freed of my
dependence on alcohol, but bitter experience has shown me
that continuous sobriety requires continuous effort.
Every now and then I pause to take
a good look at my progress. More and more of my garden is
weeded each time I look, but each time I also find new weeds
sprouting where I thought I had made my final pass with the
blade. As I head back to get the newly sprouted weed (it's
easier when they are young), I take a moment to admire how
lush the growing vegetables and flowers are, and my labors
are rewarded. My sobriety grows and bears fruit.