This morning while driving into work (I usually take the bus,) I thought about how nice it was to be heading to work UN-hungover. I wasn’t waiting for the Tylenol to kick in, I wasn’t wondering if I reeked of alcohol, I wasn’t speculating how I was going to get through the morning, I didn’t have the shakes, my stomach wasn’t rolling. Oh the list could go on and on. I felt pretty darn good.
Obviously, these are not earth stopping events and sometimes I wonder if that’s what I’m waiting for. That MOMENT, that feeling of “I’ve arrived,” that line in the sand that I need to cross to be done with this. But we all know that’s not going to happen as much as we might want it to. And that’s okay. I’ll get over it 🙂 I need to remember it’s the little things that happen every day that make it worth not taking that 1st drink.