What a difference a week makes

I woke up this morning in a good headspace—light, grounded, and quietly proud of the choices I made this weekend.

Friday night was boozy: margaritas with a mate, laughter, release. But that was it. I made the call not to drink again after that—an active decision shaped by the fallout from the previous weekend, which left me hazy, low, and disconnected.

That hangover wasn’t just physical—it carried the old cocktail of guilt and self-loathing I’ve known too well over the years. A painful reminder of the version of me I no longer want to be.

I’m not aiming for sainthood. Life will never be perfect. But I am learning to live with more intention—especially around the choices that pull me off course. And drinking too much, too often, still does that. There’s no way around it.

The difference now is: I have tools. Journalling. Stillness. The Mission 52 feedback loop. They help me notice sooner, reset faster, and make different choices without getting lost in shame.

This weekend felt balanced. A night out, a family dinner, a solo Sunday with Woody, some light work, some lazy sofa time. Nothing extreme. Just… well-calibrated.

Mission 52 doesn’t fix me. But it does float me—back to clarity, back to myself.

Are you stuck in a loop right now?

What might it feel like to step sideways—not forever, just enough to feel like you’re back at the helm?


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