May I not set my sights unrealistically high, expect too much.
May I look backwards long enough to see that my self-set, impossible goals were the trappings of my addiction; too often I ended up halfway there, confronted by my own failure.
Those "foiled-again," "I've-failed-again" feelings became monumental excuses to give in to my compulsion, which blanketed my miseries.
May I avoid that sick old pattern.
May I be realistic. Amen.
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