This is big. So big.
Every year there is a huge summer bash that has been my sobriety derailer for the last 4 years. I would always attend with the intention of just not drinking, and sure enough, 5 minutes in, I was slamming wine like it was my job.
I used to look forward to this party for 6 months. It was a mental tether back to my youth and wild child days. I held on, for dear life, for fear that if I let go, it meant I was old.
I'm 45. Hell, I AM old,
Last night I chose to forgo this drunkfest, and stayed home and beaded with my cheaters on.
Next up ? Knitting ? Hook rugs ? Lol.
So grateful to be sober.