Burning Resentments

RESENTMENT, like alcohol, is a poison that few of us can afford to taste for long. I can easily squander a beautiful afternoon by resenting the person who couldn't go on a picnic with me. My flares of temper and sulking over which members I wanted to have coffee with after a meeting began to lose me as many invitations as my drinking used to. I found myself keeping a mental tally of all the people who had harmed me and why--all the people who didn't do what I wanted them to do. On top of that, I wasn't feeling good about myself and the way I was acting, because I seemed to be angry all the time. Where was the joy of sobriety if I was still acting like a drunk?