Hello, Sobriety. It's been 75 days since my last dance with vino... or any alcohol at all!

Man. 75 days! I can hardly believe it. It has gone by so fast. I remember the first time I tried to quit. It was for three months. What a different experience that was from this. Those three months were nail-biting, hour-counting kinda days. But man, this time around, it's different. Way different. This time around I hardly even think about drinking. And while I admit I counted for this post (kinda lucked out with the rather impressive, well-rounded number, huh?), I really haven't paid much attention to the days. Well, that's not true. I haven't counted the days. I have paid plenty attention to them, tho. Why? Because they are wonderful!! And no, I don't mean all unicorns and pixie dust... OK, maybe a little. But in a for reals, my life is better, kind of way. Wanna know how?? Here are all the lovely ways my life has changed/grown/improved in my first 75 days:

1. I wake up earlier and am clear headed.
2. I go to bed tired. Really tired. And I fall asleep fast. Within minutes, I'm out like a light!
3. I sleep like a rock! A healthy rock. Not a passed out one.
4. I am way more productive. Now that I'm no longer sitting on my couch in front of the boob tube for hours while I consume a bottle of wine, I'm actually able to get shit done.
5. My skin is healthier and full of life again.
6. My eyes are bright.
7. I'm happy. Seriously. I'm really happy. Sure there are the occasional sucky days full of unforeseen emo, but I'm finally in the proper mental space to deal with it. I see my emotions for what they are. I acknowledge them. Respect them. I let them go.
8. I've returned to Church. And not necessarily for what the Church represents, but for my own personal relationship with God.... or the universe, nature, whichever you like to call him. I love knowing that I am not in this alone.
9. I'm learning to let go of my expectations of what "should be" and learning to accept "what is." I'm learning to trust God and all he has planned for me. Good. Bad. Ugly. It will all be a part of my unique, one-of-a-kind journey.
10. I'm growing stronger in my yoga practice.
11. I'm less hard on myself. Or trying to be.
12. I'm making goals... and hopefully someday meeting them.
13. I'm a kinder, more patient person.
14. I run. A lot.
15. Did I mention I'm happy?

So yeah. My first 75 days... They've been surprisingly great!! Do I miss drinking? Sure... now and again. But I'm pretty darn happy when I wake up, another day sober. Another day brighter.

Now... this blog. I have to be honest. When I started this, I had all these grand visions of where it would go... what it would be. And, as you can see, I haven't been very good about making it anything. But I will not give up. After all, this is a year of seeing things through. And so far, it's off to a great start. So - I will write. At least once a week. Even if it means nothing. Even if no one is listening. I will continue to share my story. Because for me, it's good.

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