I am grateful
for having the strength to not drink with my father tonight, though for the past twenty two years, we have always had a routine of scotch before dinner, wine with dinner, and a nightcap after dinner. I am grateful that he didn't press me (just curiously asked me why and accepted my honest response of wanting to be healthier). This was a challenge that has caused me a bit of anxiety; it feels like one of the last big obstacles when it comes to routines and socializing. I am so grateful that I was able to remember my dreams, meet my goals, and enjoy his company without obsessing about drinking.