A tradition made better.
Another lions game down. Another feast at my Aunts where my kids stay behind to spend the night with their cousins, and once again my crazy ass wife has just left for some midnight madness sales.
This leaves me satisfied, full, and alone.
In my ninja days this tradition ended with me stuffing rediculous amounts of Kodiak in my pie hole. For years I THOUGHT that capper made an already great day better.
It did not.
No pererson of worth needs to end an already special day by poisoning themselves. In no way does it make that day better, in fact it makes it worse. Took me a long time and a lot of struggle to realize this, but I'm glad I have.
This marks year two of my new tradition of simply enjoying thanksgiving, free from the chains of addiction.
For this, I am truly thankful.