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📖 Day 24 – Finally caught up to real time (and feeling a little blue) There’s a heaviness tonight I can’t quite shake. No obvious reason – I had a good day. Woke up at Gatwick (hotel, not a bench – we’re levelling up, babes) after a late flight back from Tunisia. A solid seven hours’ sleep, a bit of journaling, then proceeded to bankrupt Sofitel’s breakfast buffet. Full English? Obliterated. Several pastries? Don’t mind if I do. Fruit for balance. Enough tea to hydrate the entire north terminal. Honestly, it’s lovely to have my appetite back – although at this rate I’m convinced my knees will file for divorce by Christmas. As for last night’s flight… cue excited Brits necking “one last” gin before reality sets in. And me? Staring down a choice between tonic & Pringles or tea. Who is she? I went with tea – and a family-sized bag of Maltesers I swore I’d “just nibble.” Reader, I inhaled them. No regrets. I was meant to go to an AA meeting tonight, but honestly? I couldn’t be bothered. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling a little off – guilt creeping in. I’ve been to meetings before during sober stints and they absolutely work for so many people. I don’t even mind the higher power thing (I’ve dropped to my knees enough times to know there’s something bigger than me out there). But it’s the tired village halls, the flickering fluorescent lights, the cold plastic chairs. Sometimes the person running the meeting isn’t exactly oozing warmth either. Instead of leaving uplifted, I’ve left craving a large sauvignon. That probably makes me sound snobby, but honestly I want my recovery spaces to feel safe and life-affirming – not like the waiting room at Specsavers. So tonight I stayed home. Wrote. Reflected. Made a cuppa. Reminded myself: I’m doing it. I’m sober. I’m showing up for me. And that’s enough. #sobriety #villagehallsneedrevampingbabes