I got sober. Life got big.
I laughed yesterday at the start of this otherwise long, dark chat with a friend freaking out over, you know, the possibly post-Constitutional state the United States is entering. ‘Don’t drink’ was probably sincerely meant on some level, but hearing it in his sardonic Boston voice—"two words of advice for you, boss," I imagined him…
I have no particular wisdom to offer you nice people today. Life has been throwing some extra weirdness at me lately, and Seattle is having a heat wave (a Pacific NW "heat wave"=over eighty degrees) that I cannot really cope with. And I got sucked back into the fruitless search for a nude lipstick that…
Someone was rude to me in a work meeting last week and I called him on it. It wasn't a big drama. He cast a condescending aspersion, I calmly corrected it and requested he not do that again, he muttered an apology, and the meeting moved on. Except the me part of the meeting. As…
There are two things in life I love: yoga, and being judgmental. So when Laura and Holly alerted me to Yoga Journal's big new heavily promoted advertorial partnership with TY KU Sake, aka "The Official Drink of Apres Yoga," I simply could not wait to learn more. Let's take a look, shall we? First, here's the image on the TY…
"Physical pain?" my shrink says. "None," I answer. "Fatigue?" "A little." It's a standard inventory that she goes through every week, with all her patients, not just me. (Well, I don't think it's just me. Oh my god. Do you think it's just me?) A list of life elements to which I answer lots, some, a little, or none. Depression, anxiety,…
My heart: I've been working hard to keep it on lockdown. To use it tactically, like Aleppo pepper or some other wonderful spice that will take over a dish if you let it. And only on the page. Because I'm on the march, with no time for surprise feelings. I have goals. I have things to prove to people who…
Something I wrote on day 187 was quoted on another website this week as advice to someone who just hit 9 months and is having that sloggish feeling. You know the one. Some of the difficulty of getting sober has worn off, but so has some of the novelty. You haven't gotten that pony you wanted yet--and worse,…
I've published a new essay over on Medium. It's about the many things that did not get me sober (hypnosis, meditation, sex, making an otter out of felt, etc.--you know, the standard stuff) and the one thing that did (spoiler alert: quitting drinking). It also contains a blow-by-blow description of my Night #1, which might…
Hey sober party people, non-party people, and people who just want to put in a quick appearance at the party so they get credit for showing up and then make a beeline for the car-- I've published an essay on Medium about the loneliness of early sobriety, the importance of people who get it, and…
Continue reading ➞ Day 831: Let Me Direct Your Attention Over Here…
Written on day 730 but not posted till day 740 cause, well, a girl gets busy. I put aside the classy, glamorous, life-and-ambition-and-joy-sucking white wine two years ago today. Crazy, right? I don't spend nearly as much time thinking about my drinking days as I used to, but with this date approaching I have been thinking…
Off-Dry 