I gotta admit something that's been on my mind. I still have days where I wake up and that initial thought is still "Ugh, another day, another sober day." It's not like I want to drink, not at all, but there's a part of me that remembers the old way, the 'easy' way to just... escape. It’s a fleeting feeling, but it hits me sometimes, that initial resistance before the gratitude kicks in. It's a weird push and pull. It's a reminder that this path isn't always sunshine and rainbows even when things are going well. It's a daily choice and some mornings you really have to lean into that choice. Phew, glad to get that out. Feels good to be real about it