So this morning I’ve been writing about the excruciating practice of self-improvement (argh, hate that phrase, but it it true).  Here it is:

We
have a choice to be different.  Being at
this step, we have shown signs of our willingness to be different, we’ve
seen how we don’t want to be, recognize what it would be to be different, and
now we practice. 

We are creatures of habit, and we’ve all moved through new habits–the
fact that you are here tonight is proof that you can do this–and want to do
more.  Recovery has taught me to practice
awareness and compassion when I see where I could be better. 

But literature
reminds us–compassionately–that we are human. 
Sometimes I think the whole trick to being human is to make a successful
mistake everyday.  We will never be perfect,
but we can be perfectly in spiritual progress by embracing and learning from
our bumps. 

How easy is it for you to
admit a mistake?  What do you do
feel?  How do you react?  What is the process by which you move on to
self-forgiveness and self-love towards change? 
Do you believe that mistakes are self-correcting?

And I take this into the day with my new prayer:

I claim through prayer and meditation a closer closer loving embrace with the Divine as I willingly stroll on the Path of Heaven with all my heart, body and soul.