The ‘Why’ Behind My Insistence on Sober Yoga

The night he froze to death, Jon sang his heart out.

After months of sobriety, serving as a designated driver for his comrades on the base, picking them up after nights of debauchery and fun, Jon lost his resolve and decided to have a few drinks.

Quite a few, really.

Nine were still circulating in his blood at the time he died, if you trust the coroner’s opinion on the matter.

It was a karaoke bar, and alcohol was the norm. The social lubricant necessary to slide your name into the hat, climb on stage and belt to the heavens. At the end of January, it had already been a…