It's another very cold day here- cold and calm. I am thinking about only 9 more days to my initial 100 days without alcohol goal. I embarked on this not really thinking it was something I'd finish- and now I am sure that I will.
How do I feel about that? Astonished. Proud. Challenged, as in, What's Next? Grateful- for having been given, for giving myself, a different way to look at and experience the world.
I guess it's a sort of mental indigestion- so many conflicting thoughts, incompatible ideas, diametrically opposed desires.
I will continue ruminating. And not drinking. At least until 100.