I was walking downstairs the other day into my ”dungeon” and saw lined up in my garage…. I bought, this winter, in anticipation of summer… about 18 bottles of birra Moretti Zero. I can only find them in Italy and they are the only AF beer that I can face. While I looked at them, it occurred to me that I am not fussed about drinking them. I may take them out if I go to a BBQ, but chances are they will be calorifically carbohydrated-up to the eyeballs, and great fizzy water does IT for me these days.
AND on the back of that it dawned on me that I am no longer seeking comfort from a bottle. Or from a glass of liquid. I am no longer looking at a wine or beer for some sort of damping down of emotion, no longer looking at liquids as something to solve my stress. It may seem obvious to everyone else, but I really didn’t notice the extent to which I sought an ”answer”, a comfort, a hit, a buzz, a ”something”, je ne sais quoi, from a substance!!! I have spent YEARS thinking that the solution to
was in a liquid.