They were all hers now.
These whiskey stones were going to turn into her stepping stones
The problem was that she never did like the taste of whiskey or hard things.
Whiskey burned and stones hurt.
Whiskey had a way of being so inconsistent. She never knew if she was going to get sick or have a great time with it. She could never really tell what feeling it was going bring.
How about another round?
No. I think my last dance with the devil was the last one.
She knew that the fake sugar in whiskey had a way of making her crash. She knew that kind of sugar would deplete her later and for the first time⊠it wasnât worth having.
Whiskey would never give her a headache again.
She had had enough whiskey stones. She didnât need anymore. She decided she was going to put her history in writing and even better on stone tablets. Written in stone and built from the hard stuff.
Chisel out two stone tablets like the first ones, and I will write on them the words that were on the first tablets, which you broke. Be ready in the morning, and then come up on Mount Sinai. Present yourself to me there on top of the mountain. - Exodus 34:1
This episode is also available as a blog post: http://bossbabeliving.home.blog/2021/11/28/whiskey-stones-%f0%9f%a5%83/
--- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/elizabeth384/support