Flag Dates
I don't know what they're called, I call them Flag Dates. Dates when I say I'm going to stop drinking. It's usually Sunday or Monday, or the first of the month, or New Years. I've never been to AA, but I can't imagine how congested newcomers' meetings are on January 1st. It must be insane.
I'm giving Flag Dates up. They're arbitrary. There's no difference between any Monday and Thursday the 12th. There's nothing that sets New Years Day apart from February 17th other than the hangover. Every day is New Years Day, just commit. I need to commit.
Likewise, I'm not counting my sober days. I've slipped and I'll probably slip again. I'm flawed like any human being. I started counting when I recognized the fact that I had a problem and asked my friends for help. But I'm looking forward, not back. If I **** up, that's on me. I'm still that person who recognized his problem 11 months ago, and I'm still looking ahead at the amazing superhero I want to be.