You are still here with me then. That's good because hundreds of thousands of people didn't wake up today. Many are taken by old age and natural causes, and some are taken from us suddenly like the Leicester city chairman Vichai Srivaddhanaprabha who died in a tragic helicopter crash over the weekend.
Leicestershire Police said it believed the other people killed in the crash to be two members of Mr Vichai's staff - Nursara Suknamai and Kaveporn Punpare - pilot Eric Swaffer and his partner Izabela Roza Lechowicz.
Most successful people have deeply ingrained habits and routines, in particular, they have strong morning routines. Whereas most drinkers are all over the place and they can only manage to get their kids off to school or make time for breakfast before stumbling out of the front door in a fog of agitation and self-resentment.
All of the friction involved in starting any new venture, habit or routine comes at the beginning of the cycle. It might take you a long time to decide to go for a walk for example, but once you are out there doing it, everything else comes naturally.
Likewise, you might struggle to get up out of bed in the morning, especially in the cold dark winter months. But once you decide to get up, you are up and running, off and at them.
Up at 4 am. I awoke at 3.30 am and tried to go back to sleep but in the end, decided it was pointless lying there wide awake and I might as well get a jump on the day.
If you haven't already enquired, begin to think about starting a meditation practice. I like to meditate twice a day. Once at 7.30 am and again at 8 pm. I've started turning the TV off at night and prefer to read or reflect. Television is terrible for triggering thoughts of drinking because you are subjected to a constant barrage of advertising.
I've been meditating since January, and I'll confess that I don't think I've got that much benefit out of it but of course that's more to do with the drinking than anything else. So I'm interested to see what happens now that I've stopped.
It is early days of course but some signs that I'm on the long path back to being normal are already beginning to show themselves.
Whilst washing up yesterday I found that some bowls were perched precariously in the cupboard as I put them away. Usually, I would just add another to the wobbling pile and hope for the best but this time I took them all out and restacked them properly.
My daughter came round last night and I offered to make her two boys something to eat, they must be hungry right? They gave me that kind of “are you ok?” look as I went off to the kitchen to put a pizza in the oven. Normally I'd be too interested in my drink to get up off the sofa and worry about anyone else.
I've lost count of the number of self-improvement books I've read. My fixation with self-improvement began in my twenties when I absently picked up a copy of "Top Performance: How to Develop Excellence in Yourself and Others" by Zig Ziglar at a friends house. It looked like it had been read a thousand times and I have a new copy that I purchased a few years ago on my bookshelf.
This book changed my life. At least it would have done if I had stopped drinking.
That's the problem with reading a lot of self-help books. They all have a great message, and some even have action plans that you can fill in and homework to do, but ultimately if you continue to fuck your brain up with chemical additives, you are not going to improve yourself much as an individual.