Nine years sober this week. There’s a piece of paper tucked inside a book in my nightstand. It’s been with me for years. The folds are worn thin from being unfolded on hard days. One line on it carried me through the hardest year of my life. “Living today is the only way to have a life.” Nine years later, I’m still learning that lesson. I never got peace from worrying about tomorrow. I never got freedom from reliving yesterday. I only ever got today. This year did its best to drag me into yesterday and tomorrow. Today, I have a wife I love, children who fill me with wonder, work that matters to me, and a life I no longer need to escape. Nine years of choosing today. Deep gratitude for everyone who keeps showing up for themselves, one day at a time.