So, picture this: I’m a 30-year faithless addict, cruising down the highway to he!! like I’m in a one-man parade—complete with confetti made of bad decisions! 
Every exit sign was just a reminder that I was on the express lane to disaster. “Hey, look! There’s ‘Regret Road’ and ‘Denial Drive’—oh, can’t forget ‘Shame Street’!” It was like a theme park for my poor life choices!
But then—plot twist! By the grace of God, I woke up one day and said, “You know what? I’m done being the star of my own tragic comedy.” So here I am, 15 days sober and climbing this stairway to heaven like it’s an escalator at a mall! 
Seriously, I’m practically doing the cha-cha up those steps!
And let me tell you, sobriety is like getting a VIP pass to life. Suddenly, I can taste food again! Who knew broccoli could be so… green? And my brain is like a computer that finally updated from Windows 95 to something that actually works! My thoughts are no longer buffering—unless it’s just me buffering in awkward social situations.
I mean, I’m not saying I’m perfect now—my laundry still looks like it’s auditioning for a reality show called “What Not to Wear.” But hey, at least now I’m not wearing my mistakes on my sleeve!
So here’s to 15 days and counting! Each day is like a new episode of “Survivor: The Real World,” and guess what? I’m winning immunity challenges left and right! If I can do this, you can too. Just remember: if you find yourself on that highway to he!!, you can always take the next exit and find your way back to the stairway to heaven. 
