I sat up in bed, chin sagging to my chest, tears making pools into the blanket. I howled like a wolf with its leg caught between the gnashing metallic fangs of a steel jaw.
If it’s not the Gary Vee’s of the world telling us to hustle 20 hours a day, it’s our bosses making us feel guilty for having a life when there’s still work to be done.
With 21 days of sobriety under my belt, this is the longest I’ve gone without alcohol since I drank my first wine cooler at 17 years old. That sentence alone is enough to shock me into clearing out my liquor cabinet.