I don’t enjoy watching the Super Bowl.
Disclaimer…I’ve never really cared for professional sports other than baseball – it’s just not my thing. But I especially dislike football.
I did something really stupid. I decided to quit drinking right before the holidays. And then, to top it off, I took a trip to Paris – a place where wine flows like the river Seine. I know – Poor Me. I’m not asking for sympathy, I’m just saying that it wasn’t always easy for someone newly sober. Fortunately, I got through it relatively unscathed and learned a few things along the way. So I thought I’d share a few.
I have developed a drinking problem. Fortunately for everyone involved, this time it involves tea, not booze.
What if Christmas, she thought, didn’t come from a liquor store…What if Christmas, perhaps, meant a little bit more?
I’m a big supporter of doing absolutely nothing in early recovery. Simply not drinking is enough.
Someone once told me that on Day 1 of recovery, I should have zero guilt for staying in bed all day if I needed to – it was perfectly okay. That was a completely foreign concept to me.
You might be surprised to learn that the loft my husband and I call home has a bar directly below it.
The entrance to the bar – which I will call Journey’s End – would be easy to miss except for a small lighted sign with the bar name and a martini glass that hangs above the inconspicuous front door like a homing device for drunkards.
This Thanksgiving, I plan on lolling about in an acid-induced stupor. It will be a direct result of ingesting an abundance of turkey and the amino acid tryptophan – but it will be a stupor nonetheless.