Remembering what I would have haaated...

The universe serves up little reminders that keep me so grateful for sober life.

I was attending a multi-day travel/work event recently, and at the dinner at the end, all but two of us at the table had wine. The waiter brought 5 glasses and one bottle, then served small pours to each person. Even as a non-drinker, I watched this and thought, OMG, I would have HATED this as a drinker! Where's my "fair share"? This little dribble would NOT be enough! Should we order another bottle? Two? Will the waiter be back? Should I drink really slow and make it last, or hoover it down in the hopes we quickly order another bottle??? <internal panicked screaming noises...>

Instead, I drank my tea and had a great conversation with the other non-drinker about this, that, and the other.

But damn. All that stress. I remember it so clearly from drinking days and can feel it once again just typing this out. It's probably the #1 thing that keeps me putting one foot in front of the other.

I am so glad to be free.