I poured the better part of a bottle of wine down the drain this morning. I know that if it's there, I will drink it. The funny part is that I didn't even enjoy that last glass last night. It just made me feel tired and guilty and sick of the whole thing. The problem is that 6 o'clock will inevitably roll around and the habitual want for a glass in my hand will return. I've used that glass of wine to deal with pain and stress, to celebrate a success, to mellow out after a busy day, to help me fall asleep... It seems like I can find a thousand reasons to have just one more. But if I think about it, I can find a thousand reasons not to drink anymore too. That's how I will spend my day today, reminding myself that there are a lot of reasons to stop for good.