Today marks a full year of my soberish journey.
365 Days. 32 drinks.
A year ago today I woke up feeling like doggy doo (proof in photo) after a girls weekend where there was rose at the pool, wine at dinner and gin and tonics for a nightcap. On the drive home, the amount of judgment and self-loathing was all-consuming. Not unlike most days where I drank.
For years I had questioned how much I drank. I never got out of control. I never damaged relationships. I never abandoned responsibilities.
I didn’t “have a problem”.
But I did.
Because I spent so many mornings that turned into days thinking “Why did I have that second glass of wine?”.
I spent so much energy stopping, restarting, stopping again. I spent more time recuperating than thriving.
All the while knowing that it would serve me to do something different. Honestly I think that was the worst part, ignoring the truth that I knew.
Alcohol had a leading role in my life and it was a terrible actor.
It may be cliche but if I can do it you can do it.
32 drinks over a year sounds like a lot but when I look back I could easily consume that in a month or two. Ick. That one feels embarrassing to say.
I am not sure what the journey ahead looks like but I do know the role that booze once had in my life is over. It’s too good of a story without it.
I'll be sharing daily over the next week on the lessons I learned, why I chose soberish over sober and my busted excuses and misconceptions. If you have even an inkling of wanting to do things with me, I hope you’ll keep a look out.
