Hi. I’m Rachel.
I’m a 48-year-old woman who loved red wine way too much and decided I had to quit to find out what my life could really be. I’ve had the sneaking suspicion that I have the potential for so much more, and that drinking a bottle or two of wine every day has been getting in the way. Just a hunch.
I don’t have kids (except my amazing dog) or a husband, and I finally realized that my insidious bad boyfriend, Wine, was taking a lot more than he was giving. What does life look like when I don’t pour my feelings down my throat every day or night? When I can’t escape behind a really tall glass of red?
This blog is my way of sorting that out. Buckle up.