I remember it like it was yesterday. Easter Sunday, 2019. April 21st. 7 years ago today. I was nursing a bit of a hangover (I never really got hangovers when I drank, which was a big part of the problem). I was trimming the bushes in the backyard. Battling depression as the kids were at their Mom’s house doing an Easter egg hunt. I remember thinking…I’m gonna try quitting booze for 30 days. Something I tried quitting 78 times before. Every time, I ended up in the same place…shame, guilt, and colossal failure. This time felt different, or I had hoped it was gonna be different. I made it 30 days. It wasn’t easy. And then a thought whispered… Could I go 40 days? Then 50. Then 100. I haven’t had a drink in 7 years. I never intended to quit forever. Just 30 days. So if you have a vice, I get it… The thought of “quitting for good” seems impossible — kinda, like folding a fitted bedsheet with one arm tied behind your back while covered in Vaseline. Don’t set out to quit forever. Challenge yourself to go 30 days without FILL-IN-WHATEVER-VICE Assess things on day 31. If you’re like me, you might realize… I like this life much better. YOU GOT THIS 🙌 In your corner, When you’re ready, here are a couple of ways I can help you…
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