Proud
My brother came over yesterday to see my new crib. He gave my roomy, Joy, money for a twelve pack of Bud Light bottles. This used to be my beverage of choice. I stared at the box with the beer in it all night. I could smell it on my friends' breath and watch the once full bottles slowly become empty. I wanted one....really bad, but alas I did't have one. I watched them come and go and remained sober the entire time. When the room finally cleared some time around 3 a.m. I was proud of what I had done. No big deal to some but to me being faced with the option of drinking and deciding there are more important things, was an important step. However, there is an entire staircase ahead of me and part of me is looking forward to the challenge while the other part of me is dreading the climb. Fun times. Good times ahead. This time around, I will be sober. No promises can be made, especially to myself--I am notorious for not keeping them. But so far I feel strong. Not Hurcules, but strong none-the-less