99 days. Over 14 weeks. More than a quarter of a year. I like these numbers. I remember at 21 days someone commenting – doesn’t it seem like a lot? And I thought to myself – well really it’s only three weeks. So no. Three weeks isn’t much, just long enough for a lovely vacation. So I wasn’t impressed with my days then. I can’t exactly say that I’m impressed with my days now either, but I am pleased with them.
And my mood seems to be shifting a bit too. The sun is shining both literally, on my face, and metaphorically, inside my brain. ☺️
Tomorrow means triple digits and a very fun treat. I already have it in my possession, stowed away for the big reveal. Hah – I probably shouldn’t talk it up too much for fear the reality will be underwhelming. But it’s for me after all, and I already love it, so no worries there.
One of the great things about this treat is that it’s something I’ve wanted for a while and having one now makes me want more, and since I’ve tied this particular reward to my sobriety, it’s a pretty lovely carrot to keep me going.
Next stop, 200 days.
Happy Sober Wednesday,