Hmmm... what is fun. It's all relative, right? Halloween is around the corner, and last Friday (the 13th) my younger sister wanted us all to go to a haunted house. Thirty-five dollars is how much it costs per person to get frightened, grossed out, and potentially traumatized. I passed. I think they should have to pay me. Another sister loves camping and, while I love nature, it's not the same as when I was a little kid.
This is Day Forty-Seven of not drinking alcohol. Why I’ve chosen now to begin blogging about it is arbitrary. A better question might be why I didn’t start at the beginning of this journey. August 25 of this year was my first day of intentional abstinence. Perhaps I was afraid of failing, and doing so publicly is a far greater blow. Today my fear is on vacation. I’m ready to jump and see where I land.