Trust that voice in your head that is rooting for you, and you will succeed.
I offered to look for accommodations for an upcoming girls' trip in the next couple of weeks. As of today I hadn't told them I quit drinking and just thought I would do this trip sober and not mention anything. You know, just show up, too cocky for my own good, and brazenly announce "Oh look at me, aren't I fabulous, I'm sober now!" (3 weeks in, ya right!!) I realized that was absolutely fucking crazy and that I would be risking my sober journey the minute I hit the highway to meet them.
We are high school friends (risk factor #1), we each have our own adult lives with our own complications and don't often get to get away (risk factor #2), we are surviving a pandemic (risk factor #3), and one of our very best friends is terminal and currently going through treatment (risk factor #4 through 10 quite frankly).
This morning I emailed them both and told them I was in the process of giving up alcohol. That it was hard and that it was the most important priority in my life right now. I told them I would not be attending the weekend. I told them that I looked forward to future weekends, but that I just couldn't do it with less than a month under my belt. I asked for their support and understanding. I encouraged them to go and have a great time, but I wouldn't be joining them.
It felt really good.