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This happened to be sitting on the end table within reach of my recliner. How convenient.

We just got home from a lovely weekend celebrating early Christmas with my husband’s parents in the Poconos. It’s an hour until my bedtime. And while I only have to get up at 4 a.m. for two more days in the year 2019, tomorrow is one of those days.

So, this is going to be a quick one. (That’s what he said?)

It’s more of a note than a blog post.

A thank-you note.

When I started writing about my sobriety journey almost six months ago, it was only because I desperately needed an outlet for the overflowing toilet that was/is my brain. I never expected anyone else to read, much less care about, my everlong overshares packed with random pop culture references, none newer than 1999. I expected even less that anyone would take the time to reach out and tell me they cared. 

You guys did all three of those things.

You might not anymore if I keep talking about toilets, but while you’re here right now, I want to tell you how much your readership and support means to me. 



Shit. I’m kind of at a loss trying to put those feelings into words. I’m not even sure I’d find the inspiration if I had the six hours I usually devote to these posts — and wasn’t about to collapse into a food coma after 48 hours of my in-laws’ cooking. What I can tell you is that this blog is a crucial part of my recovery, helping me use my one God-given gift to work through thoughts and feelings I’ve never fully confronted — some I hadn’t even contemplated before I sat down to write. This blog allows me to let my creative spirit soar in a way that nothing else in the world has ever done.

It also keeps me accountable.

I have 169 days sober today (nice), and one big reason I never want to go back to zero is that I would then have to sit down, open up this computer, and tell you guys that I failed.

And if you’re thinking that I could just lie and no one would know, you’re obviously new here. Or you missed the post where I confessed to believing in Santa at age 13 and telling a boy who called my house that “I only like my dad.” Or the post where I copped to my actual pre-sober-date weight. 😬

Thanks for allowing me to be honest, occasionally bitchy and hopelessly dorky. Thanks for letting me be me, and continuing to cheer for the person I’m trying to become.

I consider y’all a gift.  

That’s it. That’s the blog.

Good night! 😴

4 thoughts on “Appreciation”

  1. Keep it up Jen. You are an inspiration to many people. I enjoy hearing about your journey.
    My 35 yr old son is sober for 6+ years. All of your struggles are the same as his and a lot of others. When I ask him how he’s doing he always tells me “ one day at a time. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow isn’t here yet”


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