Stop Drinking

Made it through another one. Had some old brush and bullshit on the property that's been needing burned off, so I had a bonfire. For the first hour or so I was way too close to grabbing a cold one, hell it's damn near tradition to drink beers and burn shit throughout my life. So, as trivial as that is, it seemed like a big hurdle. But, the longer I sat there, working the fire from time to time, looking at the beautiful night sky above me and spending some quiet time with My Girl, the easier it got. She made beans today, and I made a couple walleye fillets from an earlier catch.. We made our plates and ate outside by the fire. It was fucking perfect. And I never went in after that cold one.

I have these little things like that.. I'm downplaying how close I got to having a drink tonight. And, it'd be hard for me to accurately explain the intensity of that urge, anyways. It's really odd how I've come to associate drinking with all these little experiences in my days to day life. Most of the time I truly don't miss that shit, but... Sometimes... Damn..

So, yeah... My Monday was fucking awesome! Hope yours was, too.