Friday already

The days the weeks fly by. Yesterday I remarked to someone how this living one day at a time in the present moment sometimes makess me feel as tho I've lost a year or two. But I know I lived it, not sure how well I've lived it but even that doesn't matter anymore. I just keep trudging away, putting one foot in front of the other, hopefully doing the next right thing, letting others have their lessons and paying attention to what am I doing ttoday to be of service. Oh I sure hope this is what I'm doing anyway.

Packing and readying for the convention. I'm looking forward to seeing some and not looking forward to being watched and judged. But it may keep me on my toes spiritually and work my program harder knowing that I might be an example---a good one or one some may not want to use as a good example. I wonder if I should even be having these thoughts. Perhaps I should not care what others think at all. Boy wouldn't that be grand to not care. But alas I'm not there. Appears I do care. And these kinds of events just give me all kinds of lessons. All my character defects seem to come to the forefront at these events. Perfectionism at the top of the list.

oh pray for me to be humble
and to remove the fear

see Monday if I'm not eaten alive by the vultures or become one