Every day is day one.

Every day I wake up it’s day one for something, the first day of that thing I want to do more of, or start, or sometimes even stop. I’ve had a lot of day one’s for some of the same things.

Quitting smoking: I had a ton of day one’s for that! Until the final one. And now, I don’t tread that line too closely. They smell good sometimes, especially when I am most vulnerable.

Drinking alcohol: I only had one real day one for this. The first day I walked into the Sunday morning, 9am AA meeting at the biggest, most central meeting location in St Paul (no clue until I walked in, cuz that’s how I roll)

Exercise & eating well: Every hour is a new day. What can I say, shit’s hard.