Hi Gabe, thanks for checking in. I’m hanging in there at Day 122.98. Four months snuck up on me when I wasn’t even looking…or counting. It used to be hard to watch other people drinking, but now it doesn’t so much register. I did a poetry slam in front of an audience and was so nervous. Did it sober. I’ve conquered so many situations that, before, would have required a drink. My mom is end stage Alzheimer’s and I’m grieving with a clear head.
I head to Europe this week. Am I confident I won’t drink? No. It will really be one day at a time. But I’ve already travelled so far and ventured into unfamiliar territory that has stopped feeling daunting. No matter what happens, what I choose, I’ve grown.