Step Three; The Overturn
It’s tough AF letting go, y’all — for realz!
Step three: Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of...
That statement makes it sound like signing up for a frigging cult. That’s damn sad, ‘cause the fact o’ matter is, it ain’t as deep as all that. Taking step three ain’t about becoming a priest or a nun, like they put it. Truth is, your life is already in the care of forces beyond your control. Step three is about facing facts you can’t do life without a multitude o’ people places and things coming into alignment in your favor.
It takes a fuckload of luck, plus all the preparation you can muster for shit to work out. Because the divine order tends towards balance, we take for granted that shit is just supposed to go our way. When it don’t we wanna ask why? We really need to be asking why—or just giving thanks—when things go well. Fact the sun come up every morning a miracle taken for granted damn near everyday. I want the Universe to give me a full stomach on top of that?
Yeah, we get spoiled and expect stuff to go our way just ‘cause we cute or smart or funny or kind instead of praying constant ass gratitude just that gravity is holding most of us in place. I’m guilty o’ that one for sure. Once you admit your ass is powerless (step one), then come up with a version of whatever is gonna bring you back to clarity (step two), taking step three is just logical. It’s just giving props the Universe has had your ass all along.
Still some folks gonna choose to live in the fantasy of the big shot. Go on with your bad self. Imma be over here thanking my lucky stars and being humble.
