My Year of Less, Chapter Three: Sobriety

On the 4th of July, I knew I was done. I’d had an impending sense of a pull to abstinence from alcohol for quite some time despite having no “real” consequences from my drinking. I knew this was on the horizon when I started the My Year of Less project but, at the time, I didn’t quite know how it would materialize. Now, I know. The “done-ness” was firm an clear.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your general outlook on life) my first week without alcohol for this undetermined amount...