This morning I woke up at 4:30 AM. The first thing I said was, Thank You God. I drank some water, stretched my body, felt my back loosen up, and gave gratitude for even that water.
I have been learning that true gratitude comes when you stop complaining. I sleep on a park bench, but every morning I rise with yoga, meditation, prayer, and discipline. That’s where my strength lives.
Today in church, the preacher spoke about hardship, humility, and discipline — but I laughed inside, because every word was already my life. They didn’t call my name, but I knew they were preaching about me. The truth is, I don’t need to look like anyone else. I am the teaching. I am the living example of the 12 steps.
For years, I couldn’t even say the word “billionaire.” The first time I wrote, I am a millionaire, the voices in my head mocked me: Negro, are you serious? That voice stayed with me for almost a year. But I kept writing every day, left hand, right hand. It took me two years for that voice to leave. Then for seven years, I couldn’t even touch the word billions. Now I say it freely. That is discipline. That is faith.
Most people in those rooms will never recover, because they want misery to be their language. They compare programs, argue over names, and fight over whose AA is better. But the truth is — surrender has no competition. Full surrender means living with no excuses, living like the Yoruba Yogi.
So from today forward, I no longer sit in meetings as a listener. I speak as a teacher. Because I have put in the work — 8 years of overnight practice, 450 push-ups before sunrise, and gratitude for the smallest things. No minister, no reverend, no addict can take that away.
I am not waiting for approval. I am the lesson. I am the 12 steps. I am the living reflection of discipline and gratitude.
Peace.
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