Some musings on 500 days without alcohol.
I haven’t climbed a mountain, nor have I run a marathon. I didn’t cure cancer, I didn’t score the game winner goal against our bitterest rivals. I did not run for office as a lovable underdog, nor did I reunite with my long lost father/mother/dog/lover/etc.
I didn’t do anything worth making a movie about, but I haven’t had a drink of alcohol for 500 days and it feels effing amazing.
Without tooting my own horn too much, the bad things in my life did not go away when I quit drinking, but the bad things are much, much easier to deal with now.