Getting up at 5:00am with the littlest to see the peak meteor showers.

Cleaning out closets one by one while I’m off work- purging bag after bag of things I never use after being a married adult for 18 years.

Walking 2 miles while my foot is still hurting– because walking on it ultimately helps work it out and my dog needs exercise, and I need to work on my mileage goal.

Brushing my teeth and washing my face before bed because it feels SO good to go to bed with that fresh feeling.

Flushing the random fleeting romantic “I should drink some wine” thoughts down the toilet.

Following that ‘so called’ romantic drink to a place that I know it will lead to and that’s a place that I don’t want to be at.

I’m 41 years old and at this point in my life I want to live my best life.  I want to meet my goals and follow my dreams.  No one is standing in my way– except alcohol.  The same alcohol that stole Christmas Eve from me.  It also stole New Years Eve. Heck, it stole my entire 3rd decade.

That’s what it does, it takes takes takes.  But, alcohol, I’m on to you.  I’ve gotten smart.  I won’t let you take my best life from me anymore.

I like to get up way before dawn to see meteoroids with my youngest who loves space and science.  We will sip hot chocolate and coffee and talk in the wee hours about space stations, and aliens and stars and planets.

I will clean out my clutter– in my house, in my head and in my body.  I will live in a clean and clear way, on the outside and the inside.

Without alcohol, I can and will live my best life ❤

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