I am proud of myself. These past few weeks have been a wee bit stressful as my family (husband and cats) prepared and executed our move up to Oregon. It is the first time that I have moved so far away, to a different state, and the unfamiliarity of the region has been a bit daunting (also exciting).
I remember thinking that I wanted a drink, after a long day of packing, or after the long day of driving, or to celebrate our successful move. Each time I questioned exactly why I wanted that drink; to soothe exhaustion? to feel better? I knew that drinking was not going to help in those areas.
Instead, when I was exhausted, I rested.
When I needing some calm, I got some space.
When I wanted to celebrate, I tried to feel all of that happiness and excitement and toasted with apple cider. I didn't want to numb any of that moment. I wanted to remember it all.
I've also been grateful that in the days that night comes quickly but there are still errands that need to be run, I have been clear headed as I navigate the dark and rainy roads of Oregon in my tiny city car.
I am grateful to be sober in our new home.
