I always feel fortunate when I read of the trouble that some people have with alcohol. Growing up, alcohol was nowhere near a consideration; it was one of the many things that were “of the devil”. I never drank a spoonful until I started to shift my paradigms. I didn’t really like it.

I don’t understand the culture of drinking because I might as well have been raised on the moon as far as that goes (and other things); it is utterly foreign to me; — what a weirdo I am, haha!!

I can and do have a drink socially here and there, but my bottles can last me, (and have), several years. I get giddy with good music, good company; and good conversations can give me the highest high I imagine drugs to induce.

Love and respect to you and your journey,

Viviana