Day 55 – Flat Tire (raw thought)
Program felt like a busted wheel today. Couldn’t roll smooth, but I didn’t leave the road. Limped it home. Sometimes survival is the win.
Sharp, honest takes that hit hard and fast
Program felt like a busted wheel today. Couldn’t roll smooth, but I didn’t leave the road. Limped it home. Sometimes survival is the win.
Spiritually, I feel like I’ve got a full tank right now. Not because the road got smooth—hell no, it’s still full of potholes—but because I’m actually fueling up daily. Prayer, connection, food on plan. That’s my gas. That’s my grip on the wheel.
I sat my ass in the chair this morning and did my quiet time even though everything in me wanted to bolt. That’s my win today. Not perfect, not magical, but I showed up. Sometimes that’s the best move I’ve got—just stay in the chair.
Felt like I “won” today because I didn’t binge… but honestly, it was messy. Sloppy thoughts, lousy structure, half my program tools left in the shed. My addict brain was chirping, “See? You can slack and still make it.” Yeah, that’s how the refund process starts. I know better. Tomorrow I tighten the screws.
Fifty days.Not fifty perfect days.More like fifty rounds in the dirt.I lay this marker here,to say I made it this far.Now, God—help me make it farther.
My program’s not shining right now—it’s ashes.But ashes mean there was fire once.And fire can come back.Today I strike a match.
The addict voice is loud as hell right now.Keeps promising comfort, but I know the price tag.It’s been screaming for days.I’m still not buying.
God,I don’t have some big fancy prayer tonight.I’ve got scraps.I’ve got a little honesty and a lot of “please.”So here it is—I’m down here, and I need You.
This road eats at me.Chews my feet to blisters.But the road I left behind would’ve buried me.So I keep walking,even if I limp the whole way.
Half measures are a back door for the addict to sneak in and wreck the place.I’ve been leaving it unlocked all week.Today I’m bolting it shut.Not playing that game.