90 day chip time

I can't decide whether time is flying or just the opposite. But it's 90 days since I had a drink. I felt a little less committed recently (I posted about it.) However, I am back on track. I think 90 days is my nemesis. It seems around 90 days that I've always relapsed before. Not this time, I say.

Gratitude list:

For 90 days of waking up without a hangover

For the red rhododendrons and purple alliums blooming in my yard

For the rabbit that has started visiting my yard occasionally (even if he's munching some of the plants--we've never had rabbits before)

For the ability to face career challenges without fear

For this delicious morning coffee I'm sipping, hangover free (hey, I'm doubly grateful to be hangover free!!)

For the people who comment on my blog