I haven’t drunk for 1,008 days. That’s 1,452,035 minutes. I feel amazing about my achievement.
Sorry, felt. I felt terrific. And then I drank.
I was in a good place, both mentally and physically, to have a couple of beers. You know, relive old times, relax, let loose, have fun — all those BS drinking cliches.
As the liquid touched my lips, I could feel the significance of those 1000 days slipping away- The importance of the number representing everything I’d achieved over the past three years. It was a moment of anticipation and disappointment.