And a Warm Welcome to Our New Members I’m writing this from Thailand — land of tuk-tuks, temple bells, sunrise beaches, and the occasional guy still asleep on a plastic chair outside 7-Eleven. The energy out here is wild, beautiful, chaotic… and somehow peaceful at the same time. It’s the perfect mirror for what sobriety feels like when it finally starts to click. The craziest part of being sober in a place like this?I’m actually here for it.Fully. Awake. Present. No fog, no regret, no searching my pockets for clues about last night. Just mornings — real mornings — that feel like a second chance every single day. And as I walk these streets in the early hours, watching the city stretch and shake off last night’s mayhem, I keep thinking about our community and how far we’ve come. To all the new members joining us — welcome. Seriously. Whether you’re sober, sober curious, on day one, day one-hundred, or still deciding… you belong here.This isn’t a club with rules it s a crew that gets it. We’re people who wanted something different — or at least wanted to want something different. We’re here because life is better when we have other people walking alongside us, cheering us on, laughing at the same messed-up stories, and reminding each other we’re not alone. Out here in Thailand, I keep bumping into sober travelers — the Canadian with 30 years, the Aussie on year two, the backpacker who decided hangovers were too expensive. It’s like there’s this invisible magnet pulling sober people toward each other. And it made me realize: We’re building the same thing.A place where people can show up exactly as they are and feel understood. Sobriety isn’t punishment — it’s freedom. Freedom to travel.Freedom to wake up clear.Freedom to connect for real instead of through a haze.Freedom to actually enjoy the life we worked our asses off to create. So to every new member reading this — I’m glad you’re here.Take what you need.Share when you feel like it.Keep coming back even if you disappear for a bit.This is a journey, not a straight line.

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Grateful this I’m sitting in real gratitude. I’m thankful for this program and the tools that have given me a new way to live. I’m grateful for my partner, Suzy, and for Rosie and Ernie—hands down the best dogs I’ve ever had the pleasure of spending time with. I’m grateful for my sisters and nieces in Canada, for the love and connection that always feels like home no matter how far I am. I’m grateful for the opportunities ahead, and for the friendships and fellowship that keep me grounded and remind me I never walk this path alone. One day at a time, and today… I’m grateful. Wish you and your families peace within!

Is Alcohol Holding You Back?(It’s Not Always Clear… But in My Case, It Was.) Alcohol has this way of slipping into your life like a friend who “means well” but always seems to leave chaos in their wake. For some people, the warning signs are subtle — missed moments, a little fogginess in the morning, promises broken quietly.For others, like me, it wasn’t subtle at all. It was obvious. Loud. Repetitive. And eventually impossible to ignore. But here’s the real truth:Alcohol is cunning. Alcohol is baffling. Alcohol is powerful.And most of us underestimate all three. Cunning: A Subtle Foe Alcohol doesn’t usually show up on Day 1 and blow up your life. it whispers. It bargains. It co-signs your bullshit. “Just one drink… you’ve earned it.”“You deserve to take the edge off.”“You’re fine. You have it under control.” That’s how cunning it is — it convinces you the problem isn’t a problem. it tells you you’re the exception it tells you you’re fine right up until you’re not. I used to think alcohol was helping me relax, helping me socialize, helping me escape stress.Looking back, all it really did was help me avoid my own life. Baffling: I Can’t Believe I Did It Again There are few things more humbling than waking up the morning after saying, “I’m done,” and realizing… nope. you did it again. The baffling part isn’t the drinking itself — it’s how a grown adult, with responsibilities and goals and a whole life to protect, can be fully aware of the consequences… and still pick up. It makes no logical sense.And that’s the point — it’s not logical. Alcohol hijacks your brain’s reward system it convinces you that relief is one drink away, even if that drink is the very thing destroying your peace, your relationships, your confidence, your health. You can be smart, disciplined, driven — and still get caught in the cycle.And if you’re anything like me, you’ve had moments of shaking your head thinking,“How the hell am I here again?” Powerful: The Famous Last Words — “Fuck It.” This is where the power hits.

Today I choose to lift others up! What do you choose for your life?