The FOMO kept me from giving up the sauce for a long time. Looking back, I realize now that I only missed out when I WAS drinking. I didn’t go anywhere alcohol wasn’t being served, didn’t hang with anyone who didn’t drink, and certainly didn’t date or marry anyone who didn’t. And my debilitating hangovers kept me from doing anything at all besides hide in my covers. So when you think about missing out on a drunken activity, maybe think instead about what you’ll miss out on the day after. Happy W
