I had my last drink 3 years ago today, on April 13th, 2013. Whenever I celebrate these sobriety milestones, I tend to get a lot of congratulations for the fact I've made it some amount of time without alcohol. Which is, of course, a big, huge, crazy deal. For the last 1,095 days not a drop of alcohol has passed these lips. Not many people can say that, and being proud I don't drink will never get old. But if I'm being honest, sober time under my belt is far less interesting and…
I am done damaging my beautiful body. When we stop putting toxins into our bodies and transform them into strong, lean machines they were meant to be, we become strong, healthy and fit. Eliminating toxins is a huge commitment but absolutely worth it!
Not only I am too short to drink. But I can't risk having an influence on my children when it comes down to their decisions on alcohol. Or anyone else who looks up to me at church or work, or back home.
I eat/breathe/sleep/drink fixing the mess that is alcohol addiction and addiction recovery. My work gives meaning to my life, and it is what I believe to be my reason for being here. Bonus, it feels as much of a creative pursuit as it does a mission.