try picturing yourself waking up tomorrow without any remorse, without a hangover, without a crushing sense of disappointment in yourself.
try picturing the sense of honor you can feel and the gratitude you can hold in your heart, as you drink that tea and cherish the crisp taste of the cranberry juice.
try going for a nice walk and watching the evening skies turn color, or smelling the freshness of the breeze or noticing things you've never noticed before.... and quietly giving thanks for all the simple miracles all around you.
try something different.... because that wine is just lying to you, and that antsy little alcoholic voice in your head is not the real you.
