Look carefully, one for each month. 😉
Holy. Seems like a long time.
So it turns out there is a difference between six months and eight. Eight is better! In lots of ways. And from eight, twelve seems manageable. And twelve is the holy grail, right? ☺️
Vacation this summer was tough. I’d been working so hard to build a happy sober life, to know that alcohol is not required, to convince myself of it, even in the deepest recesses of my brain. And everywhere I looked people seemed to be equally convinced of the opposite. That was disheartening. But I got through it and feel like next summer will be better.
And now I’m feeling pretty peaceful again. Restaurant meals, family gatherings, and other alcohol-related events are a lot easier, provoke less anxiety, almost none really. We have two weddings in September and I feel like it’s going to be fine, not a big deal, maybe even… gasp… fun?
A couple of weeks ago we were out with family for dinner and I was drinking a nonalcoholic beer. My mother in law came a little late and told the waitress she wanted a beer. She saw my glass and said she’d have what I was having. I almost didn’t tell her what it was, just for fun, to see if she’d notice. 😋 But then I did. Can you guess what she said? She said she’d have it anyway, that she didn’t need the alcohol, just wanted something that wasn’t sweet, just wanted the taste of beer. Yeah, me too. So that was very cool.
I’m still not “there” yet all the way, but things are coming along nicely. I’m adapting, the husband is adapting, and the world continues to turn.
Very Happy Sober Monday,