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 about things that are important to us, what gets us excited, how good the food was. And you know what? Epiphany eight.
no one really cares if you’re not drinking.
They don’t. It’s in your mind. Get over it.
the length of waves 