July 18, 2016
It's been a month since I've written a blog post. I think I got to a point where I just didn't have anything else to say about not drinking. (I am still reading and commenting though!) I am also at a point where trying not to drink is not so hard anymore. It doesn't occupy my every waking moment. I am not spending all of my time trying to quit! In fact, it's gotten pretty easy. I do like my AF beer though!
I had a lot going on this last month. I was away for a week...part of it in Disney..and if you can make it thru Disneyworld without drinking, I think you've got a really good shot at permanent sobriety! hahaha
My sister and her family live in Sydney, Australia and they stayed with us for the last 2 weeks. 1st week we were away with them. It was such a wonderful time. And, I didn't miss drinking. Even though I was around it every night.
But.....on the night before my sister was returning home, we had a farewell party at my house. I honestly never thought about getting booze. It didn't cross my mind! But, many of the other guests drink. So, due to circumstances, it was up to me to go to the bottle shop (I am now officially calling a liquor store a "bottle shop" as my Aussie sister told me that is what it is called in Australia! I think it sounds much classier than "liquor store!") This was my first foray into my old stomping grounds. I got my cart and walked in and was overcome with extreme sadness. It was palpable. Tears welled up in my eyes and I stopped, looked down the wine aisle and breathed a heavy sigh. I had to get white and red wine. White was no problem since I never touched it. But the red...the sweet, sweet red...(sigh) oh how I have missed you! I decided to get bottles that I was not familiar with. Somehow it made it easier for me. I hightailed it out of the wine aisle and went to the beer refrigerator. That part was easy. It took me a moment to collect my thoughts when I got back in my car. I had no desire to drink, but I was so sad that I couldn't...because I abused it.
My point in this post is that I thought everything was going great and that I was in a really good place. But, I was too complacent. (dictionary.com definition of complacent: 1. pleased, especially with oneself or one's merits, advantages, situation, etc., often without awareness of some potential danger or defect; self-satisfied. I thought I was over the whole "drinking thing." But then BAM! It hit me like a brick wall when I walked into that bottle shop. So my warning is...be in a good place...but never get too complacent! I will not forget this experience. It happened 4 days ago and I'm still thinking about it! No more complacency for Sober at 53!
Don't get too complacent!!!
Sober at 53