My wonderful friend Lori taught me the term “the shamesies”. The shamesies are the worst and often I told myself that I could only get over my shame from something I’d done or said the night before by drinking again. It became a shame-ridden Groundhog’s Day. I can’t believe some of my people are still friends with me. I spilled the Santa secret to this same friend’s young son. I took off my dress at another friend’s wedding reception. Both of these friends were an integral part of my intervention. I love waking up without shame. And without a splitting headache and a pukey tummy.

Have a shame free weekend sisters!