Can you guess where we are?
Day one of the wedding festivities and I ended up spending what happens to be my nine month soberversary… in a bar. Not my choice, of course. It was actually a little triggery which surprised me. But I just ignored those annoying thoughts, ordered a fancy fizzy drink, ate some greasy food, and got the heck out of there as soon as was reasonable. I can see why people fall off the wagon in situations like this, out of your element, at the mercy of plans made by others, everyone dressed up and happily drinking. It’s pretty sucky if I’m totally honest, but I think about being back home on Sunday and I know how enormous my regret would be if I gave up my sober life over a weekend situation that is obviously not a common occurrence. I know well enough to ignore The Voice. I know any craving or longing or sadness will pass. They are just clouds or tumbleweeds ambling along. Eventually the sun always shines again.
Happy Sober Thursday,