I’ve done each of these things and countless more to “celebrate” ringing in a brand new year. Seems pathetic now that I look at it. The horrible feeling of waking up on New Year’s Day resigned to more disappointment in myself and my behavior from the night before. Resigning myself to the fact that I rang in yet another brand new year getting fucked up and making a fool of myself. Oh those poor women I made friends with in bar bathrooms and sobbed my woes to. My poor boyfriends who had to try to rein me in before I got arrested. The poor everyone who got splattered on by my puke. Poor me poor me pour me another. Shame, guilt, and remorse kept me drinking far longer than anyone should. I had to forgive myself for all of the shit I stirred while drinking and live my life the best way I know how. The most important ingredient in my sobriety recipe is to remind myself every singe day that I can’t have just one and if I do, all bets are off. I hope you all have a wonderful New Year’s Eve! Keep it simple today, sober family.