Seven years ago, I made one of the best decisions of my life: I stopped drinking alcohol. I don’t think I had a serious problem with drinking — I wasn’t hitting rock bottom — but I could feel it weighing me down physically, mentally, and financially. The cost began to outweigh the benefits. So I stopped. At first, I was nervous that quitting would change my social life — that my friends would stop inviting me out, or that I’d become the buzzkill in the corner sipping soda water. I genuinely thought I’d get a lot of crap for not…