After spending over half of my twenties without alcohol, I can declare with wholehearted confidence that sober culture is radically, wildly, profoundly more fulfilling than drunk culture could have ever strived to be.

What I’ve discovered, after years of sitting still, is that sometimes the best way to rediscover yourself is to shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down and chill the fuck out.

It’s Memorial Day, and I’m not on a boat with a Bud Light in hand, on my way to a beach barbecue or having an “epic time” with friends.

I truly enjoy being a part of the world and everything it has to offer, it's just that, most times, I'd rather be laying in my hammock listening to the rustle of palm trees sway in the wind than out in a crowd.