08/21/2026
I was terrified of my first sober cheers.
Not the drink — the two seconds before the clink. When everyone lifts a glass and you’re holding something different and you’re certain the entire table is about to notice.
They didn’t.
I am a high achieving, over functioning, people pleasing perfectionist, and I spent years quietly assuming I’d lose everyone the second I stopped ordering the wine.
Here’s what actually happened: I lost a few. And the few I lost were already gone — they just hadn’t told me yet.
So yes. You ditch the drink and you ditch some friends.
You ditch the ones who get weird when you change what’s in your glass. You keep the ones who cheers you no matter what’s in theirs.
The good ones were never toasting the wine. They were toasting you.
Nobody does this alone and thrives — but “not alone” doesn’t mean everybody comes. It means the right ones stay.
Who’s the friend who’d cheers you no matter what’s in your glass? Tag her below. 🥂
And if the scary part is not knowing who won’t — that’s the exact conversation I have with women every week. My DMs are open. 🫶🏼