10/31/2025
2 years sober (alcohol-free). Well, as of October 19. A little late because things have been crazy around here.
2 years seems both like yesterday and forever ago.
I know I talked about this in my stories the other day, but for some reason, it just doesn’t feel like an accomplishment anymore. In the beginning, it’s a game. Cat and mouse. 30 days, two months, 100 days, you get the picture. But when it gets to where you’re really only celebrating every 365 days, the gratification of being sober doesn’t feel as exciting.
Before there was always a goal. Now it’s just my life. Am I still 100% happy that I made this decision that I did? Of course. But now it still just feels like something is missing. Will I ever turn back to alcohol? No. Am I still proud of myself for making it this far? Yes.
I wouldn’t have the relationship with my husband I have today, the relationship I have with my kids, the friends I have, if I hadn’t made that decision on one really scary night to change my life.
I know I’ve said I have been in my head a lot lately, so maybe this is just a part of that. I feel like somehow I need to get reinvigorated about this journey that I’m on. It just simply, doesn’t feel inspiring anymore. This is not a cry for help, or attention, purely me throwing my words into a paragraph.
Just a little word vomit from my notes app. Happy Friday. Cheers, y’all.