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I must be getting old because I can’t memorize the Third Step prayer to save my life. I saved a picture to my phone and tried using my photographic memory, reading it several times a day. Nothing works. I think it’s the old language in the prayer that I can’t wrap my head around.
This morning, I used my Ph.D. from Google to search different versions of the prayer and already have two of them memorized with zero effort. The Native American version is beautiful and my favorite so far. I’m beginning to think I have a mental block against the AA version that I can’t explain. I am going to tape it to the What The Fuck wall and move on for now.
Before COVID, when we all used to work in an office, I had a wall in my office dedicated to stupid shit we came across. My co-workers would randomly come into my office to tape things to the wall or just read what had been put on it when they needed a good laugh. I’ve decided that I’m making a new WTF wall in my spare bedroom for the unanswered questions, stupid shit I come across, and anything else I feel appropriate. So please, if I die unexpectedly, I need someone to come take it down before the police ask WTF was wrong with me.
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