Step Three: Turning It over

One day, when I was about three months sober, I was having an excellent day in sobriety, one beautiful day of almost two weeks in succession of good days. I was assisting in a youth basketball camp in which my seven-year-old son was participating. My son was having a very good time, and I was really enjoying watching him. I had just received approval at work to discontinue a project that required me to travel constantly, which I dreaded doing. My finances were beginning to rebound. I was getting healthy again. My life was really beginning to get back on track, and with these blessings, which I did not identify as blessings, came my enormous ego telling me I was fixing my life. I actually remember sitting in the bleachers watching some scrimmages, and thinking, "What a great job I am doing in recovery!" How cunning this disease can be. It was telling me I was making these wonderful things happen. I actually started thinking I had this thing licked; that someday I would be able to drink like "normal people"; that, with all this wonderful work I was doing in my life, I did not have as big a problem as I thought.