Nine days to go. And then? I can’t say that I haven’t thought about the end. Just like anyone who sets and achieves a goal. Then what? It’s difficult for me to say (or think) that I will never have another glass of wine and that wasn’t my intention at the start of this.
If I do allow myself to drink in the future, it would be on social occasions only. And with my tendency toward solitude, those events happen about 3 times a year. It will never again be the daily, weekly, monthly, Friday night with the crew or all-by-myself pastime. I don’t want the habit. Period.
What is not at all difficult for me to say and what I do know with absolute certainty is that I choose to continue doing just what I’ve been doing for the last 91 days. I love this newfound freedom and clarity. I never want to be enslaved again.
And 100 days will not be enough.
Grateful to be sober. Thanks be to God.