Also known as just the beginning. So here it is. The big day. The reunion of Lindsay and the sweetest of nectar. How. Does. She. Feeeelll. Weird. Really weird. And sad. I don’t really have the desire to have a drink, to be honest. And having one kind of feels like giving up. I … More we’re at the end now.

It was my last day of complete sobriety and I was spending it in my hometown; a place of comfort and roots grown and humility. I still work at the first job I ever had, and I was starting the day there. My boss had mentioned the day before that he had been reading and … More one hundred words.

Lucky thirteen came around and it felt just that. Someone sent me flowers at work and my heart basically exploded. I folded in half with joy, surprise, and gratitude. Coincidentally, these are three emotions that I’ve been feeling a lot recently. I’ve been so much happier as of late and I can feel it radiate … More flowers are a girl’s best friend.

The clock struck day twelve and I was in some serious need of a no plans day. I went to work, got great news, smiled the rest of my shift. Thought I’d check out the local Sports Chalet to see if anything was holding on to hope for their now 70-90% off sale. Discovered some … More Listen. Do you want to know a secret.

Day eleven rolled in and it was bound to be a good one; I was going to see one of my favorite bands play. Though I thought my most prominent emotion would be excitement, I was full of exhaustion. Between my work schedule, workout class five days a week, doing the things I wanted to … More backwards walk.

Day ten was really something special. I ventured to a warehouse space in the arts district to listen to Shaka Senghor speak. This name may not mean anything to you, as it didn’t to me just a few days prior, but after reading his story I knew it was an experience I didn’t want to … More meeting a murderer.

Day nine. Another work day complete and I headed over to my friends’ house for a family dinner. The boys had gone out fishing during the day and were bringing home their fare for the ladies to prepare for our communal meal. It was stereotypical, but I loved it. We all sat around and talked … More catch of the day.

Day eight. The house party. The house party where your friends are the one percent. But not like the fancy one percent, like you legit know one percent of the people there. Even that is an exaggeration. I know three people at this party. I walked in to a room of beautiful strangers all sitting … More stormy with a chance of epiphany.

Oh, we’re half way there.   Day seven was one I was a little timid to live. I had proven to myself that I could survive a bar of strangers, but today, on this TGIF, I was attending a bbq at my old apartment complex. Now, this isn’t just any old apartment complex. I can … More mocktails! woo-oo!

You know how sometimes you just need to do things to prove to yourself that you actually can? That’s kind of how day six was. I’d been cruising through the days, spending quality time with some of the key people in my life, but in very intimate settings. I’d not yet ventured to a bar … More you want to break(through)?