12th Tradition

EVERY SO OFTEN, I must ask myself, "Who do you think you are, anyway?" That question ties me to the guidepost which is our Twelfth Tradition, much as a rope tethers a grazing mule. When hooked to it, I am restrained from roaming into dangerous territories of vanity and self-pity. They always seem to be beckoning, trying to entice my hungry ego with their greener-looking fodder, and overindulgence in either could lead me back to drunkenness.