Blogtember 6: Describe a distinct moment when your life took a turn.

While I sat and thought about this prompt, I really couldn't think of anything. I did other stuff for a few minutes, and then it came to me: my life took a turn when I decided to stop drinking myself into a stupor each and every weekend.  I was at a very, very stupid time in my life a few years ago. I didn't want to meet people in Milwaukee, so I stopped trying and just opted to go home to Green Bay every weekend. I would go out to the bar, hang out with people who didn't give a shit about me, treat my family like garbage, and all around just feel stupid when I finally got my head back on straight. But did that stop me? Of course not. I decided to just keep going, and going, and going, until finally, it hit me.  It was 3 AM, I had just gotten home from the bar and was eating some kind of leftovers in my dad's recliner, with a true crime show playing on the TV in front of me. I wasn't drunk, but I also wasn't sober, either. It hit me like a ton of bricks: you haven't done anything constructive in months. And it was true! I hadn't been making anything, writing, or doing anything good. I was pissing all of my money away every weekend to hang out in a shithole of a bar two hours away from Milwaukee with people who could care less about me. What a horrible way to live. And it just hit me from there. I had to pick up, do something, anything, that wasn't what I was doing. Since then, I've been living a lot differently. I focus on positive things, like creating. And writing. My job, that I love more than anything. And friends. And building up a great life, just because that's what I'm supposed to do.  To be honest? I haven't ever looked back to that life.