sometimes it's a little bit of a drag.... but here lately I've found it's less pressure. I can see alcohol, be around it, taste it's traces in foods and the worst-case reaction is a sort of nostalgic glumness at 'missing out'.
I imagine it comes and goes. But I remind myself there is alcohol all over the place in this world and I need not be hypervigilant as long as I remain close to my reasons for choosing sobriety as a richer, deeper, happier path for me.