Well, I did what I thought was unimaginable - I went on my first sober vacation since the first time I ever drank almost 20 years ago. And it was even an out-of-country trip. Me and airport bars used to be the best of friends.
I didn’t have any cravings or near slips… just the feeling of being bizarrely present. I guess time does truly heal all of us if we stay committed to our cause.
Here’s to continuing to recover, rebuild, rebrand, and retake my life back from the thing that I let wreak absolute fuc#!ng havoc on everything and everyone around me.
Onward and upward, one day at a time. 
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