Today is day one, both for this blog and my new life as a teetotaler. My sojourn into sobriety. My mania for mocktails.
I’m starting this blog to coherently keep my accountability in check. That’s to say, I’ve quit drinking before. Many times. I’ve stood one arm akimbo as I poured the final drops of whatever down the sink, sworn off all iterations of imbibing, promising myself never again. Again and again.
I’ve broken a lot of promises.
This time, however, I’m using this blog as a tool to help me put a lot of shit to bed; a coffin for all the experiences and feelings and terror that has chaperoned my drinking career. Yesterday was my last drink, today is Thanksgiving, and I’m indeed thankful to be writing these words.