I am one week into the dry January experiment. It’s Sunday morning and I’m making note of the fact that we navigated the first weekend just fine. Weekends are tricky, with a lot of triggers and pulls to drink.
I feel a sense of accomplishment. There’s a sense of “I said I’m going to do this thing and I am doing it.” There’s also noticing that maybe I *am* sleeping better. And there’s a lot of reflection about alcohol and its role in my life and the lives of so many people I know and care about. I have an intention to write more here about the long story that led me to my dry January decision. But not just yet!
