The story of my life, starting again. My dad used to say “Try and try again.” Meaning, just keep trying. That has been my journey with sobriety. I make it a week, then fall, more like JUMP off the wagon, then I start again. That seems to be the story of my life. Write now as I type this I’m starting again. Last night I drank. I didn’t get drunk, there wasn’t any puking involved this time. But I did drink. I was packing to move and just wanted to drink while packing. I do that alot. Find reasons to drink. Last night it was because I was packing and listening to 90’s country music . And drinking just seemed to go with it. As it does with everything. But today, I will try again.