Here I am 52 days later. Still sober, still strong, still me, and better than ever.
Nearly ordered wine while in Montreal this past weekend but got nervous, decided it wasn't worth it. I feel ready but clearly I wasn't quite there.
I didn't expect that feeling, so I have to figure out what that means. Was it the circumstance? Was I scared? Would I have preferred a beer? Whiskey?
In any case, I still had a fucking amazing time and it's pretty cool to know I don't need to drink anything to have fun. Win.
Until next time