I can't believe it. I really can't, and it is hard to believe it is going on two months sober. I won't say I haven't struggled. I have. My natural inclination is to be drunk. I think it is in my genes. My mother's side of the family all struggled with mental illness and addictions. They were always doing crazy things and still are.
One gift I have found from my sobriety is my ability to write and tell a tale. I just couldn't write well when I was drinking. You tend to embellish when you've had a few beers making for wildly fantastical tales. My tales of George and the gang were disjointed and haphazard. I think I am better able to capture the nuances of my interactions with the gang these days.
Thank you for reading along and supporting me through this. You don't know what a comment of, "50 days! That's great," means to me. Lets hope I will have many more days to come in the months ahead.