Today I treated myself something special at the Farmers Market. Just like my sober pen pal suggested. A bouquet of flowers. Almost the price of a bottle of wine. I am so happy where I am today. I feel like the grip is loosening, a tiny bit. I have been here before but I feel stronger this time. The longest stretch of sober days (in the last 4 years) was 21 days about 2 years ago. When I was trying to travel down this same road. This time I have my sober community for support (always looking for more sober pen pals), tools and the memories that I want to forget but can't because if I do I will think that I wasn't that bad.
So as I finish my first week I am excited to start the next. Each day I am one step further away from Wolfie (the bad guy inside my head) and one step closer to the person I am suppose to be. Happy with myself, loving myself and proud of myself.
Each day, one step closer.
I will not pick up that first glass.