“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign, indicating our initial approach into Charles de Gaulle Airport,” the Delta Airlines flight attendant announced.I glanced at my Apple watch to see if it had registered the time change. Instead, an alert from the sobriety app on my phone signaled that I had just reached 2,065 days of sobriety. I stopped counting sober days a long time ago, and the milestone seemed a bit weird, especially since the app had never alerted me of a milestone until now.But as I glanced out the window and the plane broke through the clouds, the symbolism could not have been more perfect. Almost six years ago, I broke through the alcohol-induced clouds that had created so much turbulence in my life and emerged into the clarity and light of sobriety.This was my first real vacation since I stopped drinking in 2019—five years and eight months ago—according to the message on my watch face. On March 11, 2020, one year and a few weeks into sobriety, I was an hour from boarding a flight to Buenos Aires to attend a friend’s wedding in Uruguay. At the time, I wasn’t sure if would be able to keep my sobriety intact, given that newly sober me didn’t know if she would be tempted by the open bar at the…