“Some people are lost in their fires, others are forged in them.”

Waking up to 14 days of sobriety. The apartment is clean, the laundry is done, the bathroom doesn’t smell like piss or vomit. I still have money in the bank account that wasn’t spent on a night Cap while leaving a hefty tip Or “Another round for me and my friend here.” (Who isn’t my friend just some random I met at the bar sharing dumb drunk stories) My cat is laying next to me Chillen. I have the day off, coffee is brewing. Tv or Reading what will it be? Maybe an hour of that some push ups and a light run to the park and enjoy the Pugent sound. Stay strong my friends.