I'm reminded to put my priorities in order. At yesterday's get together I noticed my early 20-something nephew in law really throwing the Corona beer back. He also smelled of weed like usual.

At first, I actually envied his grasp on the bottle and the carefree way he tilted it up to drink. Then I realized I was romanticizing my demon! I snapped myself out of that thinking quickly by remembering where those actions would take me, have taken me so many times even in that very room we were in!

So back to priorities. I have to protect this sobriety I have. I have to. I reached a place of no return the last time I drank so I have no room for romanticizing that possibility. Those kinds of thoughts will waft in my memory bank and lie to me and I will think it's all ok. It's not. Alcohol is not my friend. It is my enemy and I have to remember that....daily.