I know that sounds contradicting and of course I am counting but since I decided to quit the booze for a few months it’s been 11 days and this time ( unlike the many previous times) I am not counting the days in the same way. I am not feeling I’m depriving myself or punishing myself . I am not counting the days down until the closest weekend before a 4 week dry spell will be complete. I don’t actually think the two dry January’s I did ever really reached a full 4 weeks. This time it’s different , I can feel it. I want to know who i am without alcohol in my life. It’s been about 28years since alcohol became a regular partner in crime for me , its seen me through some good and bad times but I’m pretty sure it’s not a friend I should be hanging around with any more. Well my mysterious Malbec friend , my bubbly prosseco pal somethings going to have to change , I want a change. But I can’t do it alone.
So 11 days ago I downloaded numerous books on going sober, told my husband and kids I was going for a dry month or longer. Taking a break from drinking , I’m not sure they were convinced , not surprising given my history of good intentions but poor execution on this activity. So let’s see how this goes. In one of the books I’m reading they talk about venting on a blog , recording how they’re feeling . To begin with I didn’t think that would be for me but as the days go on and I read more about the possibility of an alcohol free life I’m having revelations that I want to capture and put in writing . So here I am .
I can do this, but not alone 