Day 45, afternoon

It's day 45 and all is good.  This last week I would say I have thought of the liquor store more than any other time since I first quit or maybe not, maybe just now I really notice it because I'm not so involved with the thought of it...if that makes sense.  My thoughts are invested, but there is a part of me that is not.  I may not catch on right away what's happening, but then I do and I with effort try to redirect those thoughts.  I really can't drink anymore.  I can't.  This is the end of this chapter of my life.  
Today is day 45.  I am committed to making a change in my life.  I do not drink.  I am the tree, not the leaves.  I am the mountain.  Today is day 45 and I am solid.