A Token of Sobriety

Good Sunday morning! I have no idea why I feel obligated to state the day of the week in the opening of every post, but it’s just easy, so deal with it ๐Ÿ˜‰ As I keep writing, maybe I’ll come up with something more clever. Lately, when I have the luxury to do so, I feel completely content with staying in my leggings and vintage SGHS sweatshirt, with messy bed-head hair, and my second or third cup of coffee in hand until about mid-morning. And this morning is no exception. I’m sure these nesting practices are because we are two months into Winter (and almost a month out!), but I’m reveling in it.

Last night I met my cousin Kelley for dinner at my neighborhood spot. I had been thinking about their cheeseburger and sweet potato fries allll day, and like always, it hit the spot. I dove in to the meaty, greasy, salty meal, without feeling an ounce of guilt, but more about that later. The moral of this post is about Kelley. My cousin Kelley and I have been close ever since I can remember. OK, maybe back in the day, we were more like frienemies, but we’ve always leaned on each other during the good and bad times.

In our later “adult years”, we became even closer, but the bond was mostly alcohol-induced. Kelley was someone I could call on a week night at 9pm for one more drink after being at my sisters for one or two glasses of wine. She was someone who I could sing karaoke with and convince myself that I had a good voice. Kelley was simply just a fun, single girlfriend and close family member to be around.

I list all the reasons why Kelley is amazing in past tense, because she is now six months free of alcohol!! Woohoo!! And she is still her fun-loving self, even more so. Last night we had several belly-laughs which felt great, really great actually. ย It was a raw-good time. Kelley shared with me some of her experiences along her journey thus far to sobriety, and it was so humbling to listen.

She gave me this token that marks her six months sober, which set the tone of gratitude for the rest of the night.


This small token has so much meaning and strength and has inspired me to really live to my potential and put my best self forward in all areas of every-day life.

I have to admit, there have been periods where I have centered days and events solely around alcohol, but last night Kelley was the perfect reminder of the “more to life than cocktails” mentality.

You can probably pick out a few underlying conversations in this post, that I’ll save for later, but for now, just think and pray on that token, for those who have a heavier burden to bear. And lastly, my favorite alliteration phrase as of late;






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