I went to bed early last night and slept soundly. This morning, I woke with the feeling that I’m always taking on some giant project, that I set myself impossible targets. But I won’t worry about that for the moment, because I am so pleased that I am now on Day 2. For weeks, I wasn’t able to muster the courage or conviction even to do that; it just seemed easier to drink.
Friday, and I’m at work, but quickly writing this so that you know I’m here and that I made it through. Thank you for your comments and support, which really helped to keep me going yesterday.
I will go back to meetings, I think, as I need real life support. But I also need to be hyper-aware of the addiction tapping at my resolve later today, when I hit Friday evening.