My body woke me about dawn. It wasn’t unpleasant, rather the inverse. While the luxury of remaining in bed blared its presence, it wasn’t necessary, or even useful.
I felt Happy, Healthy and Whole. My mind wallowed in the reality that was behind a conversation with a coworker about lifestyle choices, health, alcohol. Two conversations really, similar, another coworker.
The current reality is this: I don’t drink for a while (hours days weeks months) and I feel so damn good I’m like “I feel like having a beer!” and it totally flattens the curve, crushes the vibe. The alcohol does, that is. Last night I didn’t really resist the “oh it’s Friday, how about a beer?!” because of the conversations, because of this reality.
I like how alcohol makes me feel, but it doesn’t make me feel better. At least now, this isn’t about atoning for past consumption, justify historic behavior, predicting or promising the future, it’s about how I feel now.
Decades ago I remember hearing a hippy couple saying “we don’t even smoke pot anymore, it just stopped working” and at the time I thought to myself, “how tragic, should I pity them?” Methinks I get where they were coming from!!
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