Today I am completely wore out from work & the recent F3 workout. My hands are raw & I’m sunburnt. But this morning I woke up at 3:40, prepared to go back to F3. Showing up is half the battle. I’m gaining self discipline. Something I’ve never really had before. I also have the choice to make these decisions now that I am in my right mind. It’s great. At 30 years old, I feel like I’m finally growing up. I’m being a man. I’m sticking to what I say I’m going to do. I’m strong 💪 happy 😃 determined 🙌 nothing can stop this version of me. The best version. Sober. Alive. Healthy. Strong. Only been 10 days of sobriety, but if I keep this up, I can’t see myself going back.