The Next Ninety Days

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  • 90 Days Sober: My Liver’s Party, a New Grandchild, and My Sudden Promotion to AA Meeting Chair

    As of yesterday, July 4th, I officially clocked in 90 days without a drink. Ninety. Days. My liver is probably throwing a party right now, complete with tiny umbrellas and mocktails. Tomorrow, Sunday, I’m heading to my home group to pick up that shiny 90-day chip, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be levitating. Or at Read more

  • My Angle of Approach: Or, How I Tricked My Brain Into Being Optimistic

    For years, I was convinced my attitude was just my mood. How I felt. And if you’ve ever tried to boss your feelings around, you know how well that goes. It’s like trying to herd cats while simultaneously juggling flaming torches. Impossible. Then, a definition of “attitude” hit me like a revelation (and thankfully, not Read more

  • My Sober Blueprint: The Routines That Saved Me

    In a previous post, I mentioned the cornerstone of my sobriety: the daily routines I embraced from day one. Looking back on the past 83 days, I can unequivocally say these meticulously crafted rituals have been nothing short of a lifeline, a steadfast anchor that hasn’t just preserved my sobriety but, I genuinely believe, saved Read more

  • Beyond The Bottle: My First 90 Days Sober

    When I picked up my 60-day chip, an “old-timer” told me the best way to tell if someone would stay sober was if they made it to 90 days. Ninety days? Fuck, are you kidding me? I could barely wrap my head around hitting 30 days, let alone 60. For years, putting together more than Read more