I may be a month late to the game (Dry January is a real thing) but I had to ready myself for this one. After all, giving up one of my greatest pleasures wasn’t on my list of resolutions. Heck, it wasn’t even on my radar — until good friends came for the weekend.

Welcome to week two, where I chronicle my journey to lose the booze this month and you commiserate.

I may be a month late to the game (Dry January is a real thing) but I had to ready myself for this one. After all, giving up one of my greatest pleasures wasn’t on my list of resolutions. Heck, it wasn’t even on my radar — until good friends came for the weekend.

Welcome to week two, where I chronicle my journey to lose the booze this month and you commiserate.

Slip into some sweats and slide your feet into some snuggly slippers. Ahh! You’re home. Ideally our homes are warm and welcoming. They shelter and sustain us; filling our hearts with love and our bellies with food while protecting us from the elements outside. Meeting basic needs for survival is a necessity, but this thing we call home is a privilege—and it’s denied to many.

Welcome to week two, where I chronicle my journey to lose the booze this month and you commiserate.

As I pen this piece, I am on the home stretch, with just six days to go in my February Freeze. In the spirit of those who have gone before me, detoxing their livers by ditching their drinks, I’m going to toast my monumental effort with a nightcap — err, I mean a recap — of what I have learned from a month without alcohol.

Welcome to week two, where I chronicle my journey to lose the booze this month and you commiserate.

Welcome to week two, where I chronicle my journey to lose the booze this month and you commiserate.

Welcome to week two, where I chronicle my journey to lose the booze this month and you commiserate.

One week down

three to go on the February Freeze

Thrilled to be named to the CBC Creative NonFiction Shortlist!

Thrilled to be named to the CBC Creative NonFiction Shortlist!

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