26/16

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Yesterday was 26 years since I gave up alcohol.  More than half my life.
But, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it or that there weren’t times I
still thought “it wouldn’t hurt to have one, right?”
But, it would.  Because I know one would not be where I’d stop.
And, the best way to know I’ll stop is not to start.

Today is the 16th anniversary of my wife going on her 6 week business trip
to Indonesia.  A trip that has had repercussions on every aspect of my life
since.

There is a certain irony in these dates being next to each other.  As the
multi-decade fallout of the second is what has most prompted me to
invalidate the first.
Maybe the safest place to park the trigger, if not cause, for so many of
the times I’ve thought about drinking again is right next to my memory of
saying no for the first time.