Today I observe my eighth soberversary. The time seems to pass so quickly now, like a ship of sail builds speed as it catches the wind.
I still remember looking in the mirror on the morning of my day 1. I promised myself I would never drink again for the rest of my life, no matter how long it would be.
I still remember the look in my wife’s eye when I told her. More skeptical than hopeful. She’d heard me promise this before. How could she have known I would actually do it?
Yes, those first few days were a challenge. Reordering one’s life is challenging, but I did it. I knew deep down it was a matter of life or death.
Much has happened in the days and years since, many more good days than bad, but any day I begin and end free from the chain that once bound me, is a day worth living.
Now and forever I won’t drink, because I don’t drink. I am a non-drinker.
nice to see you post ; haven’t seen your posts in ages.(I always enjoyed reading them years ago as seemed quite philosophical 
