Why is it that we do not want to do the things that will help us? Someone mentioned that to me a year ago, his name was Hugh and he came to the morning meeting for a couple weeks and I never saw him again. I remembered it because it was so simple and so true.
My norm has always been to get up eagerly to get into the day. For the last six months I've had trouble with that, don't want to get going, would rather stagnate in bed.
But this morning I woke up hearing my name called. I believe that someone in the meeting was thinking of me. Off I went.
And that's what's good about today.
The Gift of Desperation...
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