Thank You, Thank You!

Thank you all for your kind comments and congratulatory messages.  It just made my  day even more special.  As it turned out a terrible storm kept me from the AA meeting I had planned to attend.  So, I stayed home, cut a big piece of cake for myself, and enjoyed reading your messages.  You all are the best!

 

One Year…One Awesome Year

I’m so grateful to be celebrating my one year soberversary today that I made this cake.  And so very thankful for all of you supportive bloggers who have led my way.  I’ll celebrate this evening by taking cake to a women-only AA meeting.  I haven’t been there for months, but I need to celebrate with people that know why it’s a celebration.  People that get it.  My husband is out of town and my daughters live out of state and it would be weird to take cake to the neighbor.  She’s sweet, but she doesn’t really get it.  You all get it…but you don’t live here so I’m going to take cake to those nice ladies that sit around a metal table in a grungy back room of the church.  And I’m going to get my chip and they will all hug me and we will celebrate!  Then I’m going to come home and delete that app that keeps counting the days since I had my last drink.

 

I Can Retire Because I Don’t Drink

It’s true. I’ve just realized I can retire on June 30, 2014 because I don’t drink.  If I still drank, I would need to continue to work to support that $100/week habit.  I certainly couldn’t ask my husband to pay for my wine.  No sir, I would need to be gainfully employed to be able to buy that expensive poison that made me feel like shit every day.  There is no other reason why I would need to continue to work. I’m not quite eligible for my pension benefits yet (those would cover the wine expense), so I would have needed to work one more year before they kick in.  But since I don’t drink anymore (357 days sober today), I don’t need to go to that lonely office and sit in front of a computer all day long.  I have enough money saved in my piggy bank to buy my mascara.  I will live the simple life this year.  I don’t need to shop to be happy.  I’ve become a ferocious reader and the library is filled with books I haven’t read.  I have a bike, and tennis shoes, and gardening gloves, and a kitchen with lots of non-stick pans that want to be filled with yummy new recipes. I have a piano with loads of sheet music I have yet to master.  I look forward to a year without buying something I don’t need (and that is everything except that mascara I mentioned).