Today marks an entire month of zero alcohol for my bloodstream. For my tastebuds. My system.
Besides nine months of pregnancy in 2012, it has been the longest I have went without a drink in 10 years.
10 fricken years.
It may be a sad piece to be proud of, but I’m gonna take it and be just that.
Proud of my self.
Because if we’re not proud of little pieces here and there in our life, we’re gonna be a lot more unhappy and a lot less great to be around.