Rubbing It In
To all of you who are starting the year with the usual hangover, I just wanted to say, I FEEL FANTASTIC!
When I quit drinking almost two-and-a-half years ago, I went through some difficult days (months)--especially the first year. I missed the taste, the escape, the old party-girl me. But I didn't miss the blackouts, the "haunts," or the always-anxious sense of entitlement I felt each night to "clock out" on my family and disappear into a goblet of wine.
Once I got over the shock of actually feeling my feelings, I began to enjoy the living, even the hard work of building real relationships. But occasionally--say, at the beach with a cooler of Coronas at arm's reach, or at a nice restaurant where the stem glasses sparkled on the tables, I would feel that longing again.
The way I got through it was by telling myself that if I ever woke up in the morning and wished I had drunk the night before, I'd start drinking again. I looked forward to that day too--couldn't wait to regret not drinking. But it hasn't happened yet.
Just like today, I always wake up happy that I made it through another tiki bar, another disappointment, another New Year's Eve.
No headache, no nausea, no guilt--and the sun shining bright as a bottle.
Happy New Year, Y'all!