I picked a very strange time to quit drinking.

The US election has had me in a succession of shock, grief, fear and ultimately acceptance. Pfft. Being one of the few Americans in a mutinational company in Europe, I’m worn out talking about it. Everyone seems to want to talk to us about it. I’m tired.

And I find it really strange that I chose the date I chose to stop drinking. Or rather, it just sort of chose me. Something deep down told me that if Guy Fawkes day was my last day, I could use “Remember Remember the 5th of November” as a great little ditty to stop me from drinking. And amazingly, it has worked so far. In spite of this presidential catastrophe, in spite of many triggers and temptations, just saying that little phrase in my head focuses me back on my desire to be sober again.

Hope you’re all well and happy… Much love and light…D

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