Ok, I know that those of you thrifty people out there are cringeing big time. But I just had to do it.
I am one of those people to whom drinking wine was not just about the AL and the high, but it was about the AURA. It was about being FANCY, about taking care of myself, about doing something so special.
And I knew if I was really going to do this that I couldn't start doing things like having fizzy drinks in my lovely wine glasses that I had collected over the years, the ones that I had found at wineries in Napa, or at at Macy's in San Francisco on that drink-fest of a trip with girlfriends, etc. For me, that would have maintained the AURA of the whole thing, the mystique of AL that it was some great treat that equated to self-care when it became something so NOT caring for me in the end. I had to stop thinking of those glasses as part of a reward for a hard day, for a boring day, for a celebration, etc.
So I took about 30 of them, put them in a bag the other night, and smashed them in the driveway. It was a bit scary, but afterwards I really did feel better.
Sick, huh?!
I know, I could have boxed them up and donated them somewhere, but I really think it was cathartic to just smash them up and be done with it.
As I've said before, referrals to qualified therapists are always welcome.
I am one of those people to whom drinking wine was not just about the AL and the high, but it was about the AURA. It was about being FANCY, about taking care of myself, about doing something so special.
And I knew if I was really going to do this that I couldn't start doing things like having fizzy drinks in my lovely wine glasses that I had collected over the years, the ones that I had found at wineries in Napa, or at at Macy's in San Francisco on that drink-fest of a trip with girlfriends, etc. For me, that would have maintained the AURA of the whole thing, the mystique of AL that it was some great treat that equated to self-care when it became something so NOT caring for me in the end. I had to stop thinking of those glasses as part of a reward for a hard day, for a boring day, for a celebration, etc.
So I took about 30 of them, put them in a bag the other night, and smashed them in the driveway. It was a bit scary, but afterwards I really did feel better.
Sick, huh?!
I know, I could have boxed them up and donated them somewhere, but I really think it was cathartic to just smash them up and be done with it.
As I've said before, referrals to qualified therapists are always welcome.
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