Thankfully I've got some sobriety on my side because a year ago, lying here in a depressed, near-paralytic state, I would surely have picked up a drink. However I'm not about to ruin my life, again, by flirting with a drink this afternoon. But the impulse is there. A warning that the alcoholic impulse dies hard. I'm proud to be able to haughtily and summarily tell that little devil on my shoulder to take a hike this afternoon, to go and bother someone else. He's not on fertile ground anymore with me.

Be strong people, there are people in your life who are counting on you to be there for them.