Well, I'm over eight months sober at this point, and today I came very close to throwing it out the window and buying a bottle of Malbec (or whatever red wine I could get my hands on).
Of course, I thought about a few things:
1. Sadness is usually a form of fatigue.
2. I will turn into Ms. Hyde if I drink.
3. I always have a choice in the matter - nobody can tell me what to do.
I also thought about the fact that I worked for five weeks straight (it was a tremendous opportunity, what can I say?), and that once I got my day off back, I never took it. I always found a way to make the day anything but relaxing. I became the classic "workaholic" for two months straight.
I wasn't even aware of it until I went to a health food/supplement store and read out of this giant book they have perched on a stand (subject: STRESS).
Filling my day off with chores and projects? They weren't even projects that address my passions! That simply won't be happening anymore.
:H
Of course, I thought about a few things:
1. Sadness is usually a form of fatigue.
2. I will turn into Ms. Hyde if I drink.
3. I always have a choice in the matter - nobody can tell me what to do.
I also thought about the fact that I worked for five weeks straight (it was a tremendous opportunity, what can I say?), and that once I got my day off back, I never took it. I always found a way to make the day anything but relaxing. I became the classic "workaholic" for two months straight.
I wasn't even aware of it until I went to a health food/supplement store and read out of this giant book they have perched on a stand (subject: STRESS).
Filling my day off with chores and projects? They weren't even projects that address my passions! That simply won't be happening anymore.
:H
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