Perfect is on Mars, you're on Earth

Would I treat someone else as hard as I treat myself? Am I feeling worthless just because a decision I made didn't work out? Did I make a mistake? An oversight? Should I get drunk just because I'm imperfect? Until I accept the fact that God doesn't make junk, I'm not going to be able to accept myself.


To-do:

Today I will do a ninth step to myself. I will forgive myself and be grateful that God does too. I will not use my imperfections as an excuse to drink, drug or otherwise act out.