My Life and Times With Step Six

Soon after completing my first Fifth Step with my sponsor, I sat down to analyze and brood about my ability to chop off all the resentments and selfish flaws just uncovered, and especially about the "entire" degree of my readiness. Was I fully ready, 50 percent ready, 61.73 percent ready, or what? Finally, I determined that I was really quite ready for this whole lump of defects to go; in order to encourage action, I avoided considering any of the specific flaws included in the lump. I promptly trudged over to Trinity Church nearby, carrying a little plastic card containing the Seventh Step Prayer, knelt down, read the prayer, and forcefully requested the immediate absence of all defects, whatever they were. Although I trudged in, I expected to leave at some as yet undisclosed, but very different, pace, perhaps skipping. But nothing happened in church. My load of grubby faults didn't even shift, they just sat on my shoulders as usual. I eventually arose and slunk out, extremely angry at the usual villain: me.