In honor of the fast-waning month of January, I wanted to address Step 1 and the paradox of embracing powerlessness as a way to manifest a much greater destiny.
In early recovery, I heard tell of a mystical pink cloud, appearing randomly around starry-eyed newcomers. According to my sources, it shows up like puppy love, and envelopes the newly hopeful in a protective layer of "holy shit, life doesn't actually have to suck!" I didn't think it could happen to me. And then it did.