Several people have asked how the drinking thing’s going.
There are three X’s on my calendar now. Every time I contemplate taking a drink, I contemplate what the physical and emotional costs will be.
I don’t tell myself I will never drink again because I don’t believe that. I tell myself that I need to stop and ask myself whether I think I’ll be able to stop once I start, and ask myself what the cost will be if the answer is “no.” And each day I choose not to, I put up another “X.”
Surrender is not an option.
And that’s where I’m at right now.
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Dean, I haven’t been over here
in foreverlately, so I didn’t know that you were attempting a hiatus from the drink.After some self-examination, I, too, quit, but with the same idea that you have, not in terms of permanence. My college drinking days eventually overwhelmed my college and some hard knocks followed. So, I decided to quit altogether and revisit it when I thought it was about control and not lack of. That was about 14 years ago.
Then, about 2 years ago, while at a dinner party, I was offered a glass of White Zin. I paused momentarily and said, “Yes, thank you.” And it ended with only half the glass, not five. Since then, I enjoy an occasional beer, vino, or margarita instead of it enjoying me.
I wish you well in this endeavor.
P.S. Happy Belated Blogiversary :)
You’re a hero, Dean.
I wanted a drink today, too, Dean.
Probably should’ve gone to a meeting and talked about what was going on. But I didn’t.
I’m not gonna drink, anyway.
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