I was taken aback this evening to realize the tasty mocktail I felt clever and smug for inventing is, in fact, a Shirley Temple.
Aside from the revelation that I’m not a genius mixologist, life is sort of fine. I’m in some kind of liminal stage where sobriety is starting to feel like my default setting, but thinking ahead too many years or even days is still enough to panic me. Even then, though, my mind seems to be responding in new ways. Driving to work this morning, for instance, I suddenly thought ‘Wait, so I have to be sober every day for the rest of my life?’ And in the next second I thought ‘Would you rather drink a whole bottle of wine every night for the rest of your life? Because that was making you miserable.’ It’s thinking-in-extremes, of course–I’m prone to that–but I know which of the two ends of the spectrum I prefer.
Funny–even while typing this entry, I had a moment of awe and pride–25 days!–followed closely by fatigue and a little fear–‘it’s only been 25 days?!’. So yeah, like I was saying: I’m living in the liminal plane these days. But that’s okay. The light is good here, and there’s space and time to think.
6 thoughts on “Day 25: Mixology”
Hi there. Today’s my 25th day, too. It’s encouraging to see how far you’ve come in the more up-to-date posts, but I think I’ll park in these early ones for a while.
Congrats on your 25 days! It gets better and better–I promise.
Whew, I hope so.
ahhh thank you. A great way to combat the “How am I ever going to not drink during…” panic attacks that i’ve been having multiple times a day. Quickly comparing the “Would you rather..” typical realistic consequences definitely makes me feel better about my commitment. Day 6 here.
Happy day six. 🙂