I decided to quit drinking for life.
It was the victory lap of my life’s drinking gamesa conscious, intentional, relatively graceful exit.
The next day, I started over.
I meditated on a future life undistorted by alcohol and my well-lubricated past.
When I realized it was time to get sober.
Wine and beer were my drama-free friends, always there toease my anxietyespecially when I was totally isolated.
Drinking worked to quell the loneliness and pulled me out of a few dark spots.
But then, when I got a DUI at 30, I knew I had to reel it in.
The fact that I had to make a choice was suddenly totally clear.
When I saw it that way, it really wasn’t a tough decision to make.
Alcohol had to go.
Three weeks later, I haven’t missed it one bit.
