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A thread: Today marks three months since my last drink. If you’ve known me over the last fifteen years, you know this wasn’t a hastily made or easy decision. It’s only been three months, but I can say that this time has been among the happiest and most productive of my life. 1/4
I was unsure about making any sort of public acknowledgment of this, but like a lot of people, I just wanted to say that if I can do it (during the pandemic, that election season, and into the holidays), so can you. If you need to. And I did. And maybe this can help. (2/4)
Rather than dwell on regrets or stress about lost time and money, I’m doing my best to tap into this well of creativity right now and emerge thankful for every minute going forward for the rest of my days. Trying to be a better husband, friend, and writer. Lots of wheels turning,
And irons in the fire... It’s been a fascinating and initially scary stretch of time. I reached my low point. I’ve rediscovered who and what I am. And I’m the same ol’ me. I just don’t drink anymore (and whatever came along with that. And so, with love, I’ll see ya soon...
