“This is not hard. Don’t you dare tell us this is hard. Fighting cancer is hard. Birthing a baby is hard. Losing a parent is hard. Drinking your coffee black. Is. Not. Hard.”

“This is not hard. Don’t you dare tell us this is hard. Fighting cancer is hard. Birthing a baby is hard. Losing a parent is hard. Drinking your coffee black. Is. Not. Hard.”
“New year, new me.” We hear it every year. From everybody. Facebook. Friends. Family. TV. Everyone sells this dream of magically turning their life, or yours, around at the drop of a New Year’s ball…
I love beer. I love the smell of it (well, some anyway). I love the taste of it. I love that feeling after a long, hard day of work, and coming home, taking your shoes off, and just relaxing with a ice, cold brew. Now that is a feeling that cannot be duplicated…