I am here and so so so so happy to be here! I have more than survived so many social occasions now. The bar in which I drink most often has the most amazing gingerbeer which I have with soda to lessen the sweetness. My friend the bar maid knows now that I am not drinking and she pops the drink into a huge bowl of a wineglass with lots of lime wedges and it is totally and utterly fine.
I read this from Belle the babe:
You might feel like you’re the sort of person
who has to experience something for yourself
before you believe it,
before you know it’s true for you.
You might say:
“I’d would like to be sober for 100 days
but then I’m going to experiment with moderation
because even though you tell me it doesn’t work,
I need to find out for myself.
I need to experience it.”
And I’ll say
we’re all a bit like this,
wanting to see for ourselves.
But the truth is
there are other things
that we don’t play with:
I just wouldn’t do them, even if offered.
I don’t need to see for myself
I don’t have to find out what third-degree burns are like either.
And booze is the same thing.
I don’t know anyone who feels great after a relapse.
Those stories just don’t exist.
And if you have a brain that thinks:
that’s an indication of Wolfie in there talking nonsense.
Imagine he was saying:
“Well, maybe we can have just one glass of gasoline.”
You’d be like:
I don’t need to know what happens if I have one.
I can live without that knowledge.”
It is a tough one. Nearly everyone is saying well just 46 more days then…. And I am going to be on a long haul flight around day 100. With free Champagne and gorgeous wine on offer. Flying to two of my best friends for a little reunion. How about the irony of that? I can’t moderate. Not this year. And maybe not next year. And maybe never. Thing is I am not even going to try it out. Thank you I have won these 54 days hard. I am going nowhere.
Hope you are all well. What are your thoughts?