Trying to juggle the responsibilities of work and family was tough, so I was more than ready for fun when friends took us out for dinner and dancing to celebrate my husband’s birthday. Before we ate, I ordered an ice-cold margarita. Then, the guys decided we should all do tequila shots. I didn’t hesitate to gulp mine down. After that came sizzling steaks along with a glass of red wine.
That hangover taught me a lesson that changed my life. It was the last time I ever got drunk to escape a painful reality. Never again would I inflict that much suffering upon myself. The temporary escape wasn’t worth the consequences.
Figuring out how to make different choices required a new operating system. That's tomorrow's topic.