Last night was the first time since quitting a week ago I genuinely had the urge to pour myself a drink to “make this easier”. I tried to sit down and finish my portfolio for a major career opportunity that I need to want to wake up every morning. It felt like highschool again sitting here with a claw clip on my lips avoiding a laptop.
But I didn’t pour a drink. It took five hours and a migraine but I did it. It’s not what I would’ve hoped but I did it and I did it sober and I’m proud of myself.


