Today is 30 days sober. I celebrated by taking my daughters to their first AA meeting at 8 o’clock this morning. I had no idea an 8 am meeting on a Saturday would be so packed; there might have been 40 or 50 people there, plus an Al-anon meeting taking place in the smaller room next door. Wow.
Interestingly enough, this is not quite the longest I’ve managed to stay sober since I began trying off and on with at least some measure of earnestness to quit drinking. (Full disclosure, the last time I managed to stay sober this long, there were a few drinks, “night caps” in the first little while, so this may actually be the longest I’ve been without a drink at all.) However, when I pointed this out to someone on the phone some 18 days or so into it, she said, “Yeah, but I think this is the most intensely you’ve been sober.” That phrase flew through the ether lines and stuck to me. She was right, this is by far the most intensely I’ve been sober in many years.
I don’t think I’m being overly dramatic in saying that those kinds of things need to stick to me, because if there’s a next go round, it’ll end in the ground. And since this is the only life I get, that would be an incredible waste of an imperfectly wonderful life.