Good morning, Colorado.

Today marks 10 months without a drop of alcohol for me. I stopped drinking last October when I realized alcohol wasn’t adding anything to my life and it felt like the right time to try a year without it. It was definitely a transition at first, with a few uncomfortable questions I’ve found answers to along the way: Like will anyone eye me warily when I order a mocktail at happy hour? How do you survive a first date without a drink? And is it even possible to let loose on the dance floor at a college friend’s wedding without some champagne courage?

The more time that has passed without wine or beer or a cocktail, the less it feels like deprivation. Sure, I miss a crisp glass of entirely too sweet wine on a summer patio, but waking up every Saturday morning sans the

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