30 years ago this morning, I woke up DONE.
Actually, I woke up scared, shaky and hung-over, but I knew that I was DONE ... with alcohol. You wouldn't have wanted to know me at my worst back then, and I had a lot of changes to make -- I'd just gotten married for the second time, I had three children who needed me, and I was a mess ... physically, emotionally and spiritually.
As badly as I wanted a drink on the morning of August 18th, 1979, I didn't have one. And I haven't had one since, which seems astounding even to me. My life today is a direct result of the choice I made that day, and have continued to make one day at a time since then, with the help of a LOT of people!
I'll be thanking those people publicly with a 'birthday' cake on Saturday morning, including the woman who helped me the most that morning 30 years ago when I called for help -- Rita will fly in on Friday from Creston to spend the weekend with me!
Today I'll just celebrate quietly, and VERY gratefully.