Today, assuming I make it to bed without, is the first day in quite awhile I haven’t had a drink. There have been days or nights I’ve had very little, but for my most recent memory I couldn’t tell you the last time I didn’t have anything.

I’ve been fixated about this fact for awhile. The fact of drinking out of habit. I am proud that today is the day I did NOT drink because I also re-began my novel today. I once had the habit of equating drinking and creativity. Lately I think it has been the opposite. My habit of drinking has limited my energy to write, or to do other things I soberly believe I would like to be doing.

I believe we are told that it takes 21 days to form a new habit. I wonder if the same goes for re-directing one habit into another? Find a way to relax by writing, or swimming, or something else that isn’t first aged in an oak barrel?

Today has been a good day. Tomorrow seems promising. And stuck in the space between the two is me and my habits.