Not For Me, Thanks

“Not for me, thanks.” It’s a phrase I’ve said more times this year than I can count.

Offered a drink? Not for me, thanks. Offered an excuse to give in? Not for me, thanks. Offered the chance to stay small, quiet, and numbed out? F*cking Hell no! Not for me, thanks. Not. Any. More.

Today marks 365 days sober. A whole year. No wine. No rum. No cider. No “just one glass.” I’m here fist-bumping my way into celebrating that. I’m also here to say: this is just the start.

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