I was going to put up a St. Patrick’s Day post, but I did that a couple of years ago. You can read it here if you’d like.

I don’t drink these days, so going out to have a few (often too many) cocktails no longer appeals to me. Part of the reason I quit is that my doc says my liver is jacked up. I didn’t think I was a heavy drinker, but we tend to lie to ourselves. Of course, the last five years haven’t been all that kind to my psyche. Looking back, I can now see how my alcohol intake increased over time. I was a bad, bad grrl for a while.

I won’t say that I have an occasional glass of wine for a special occasion like a date night because I do. But not every night. Or even once a week. The thing is, I can tell when I’ve had that single glass. The next day I just don’t feel right. So, I just say no. It works for me for now. Who knows what the future will bring. For now, I will do what I need to keep my parts healthy. There ain’t a plethora of replacements out there.

If you are wont to celebrate with the Irish, lift a green beer, and say a toast for luck!