Actually, honestly I’m not embarrassed to quit this sober journey. Because I’m human and I’m not perfect and I’m not trying to be perfect. The point is to do what’s right for me… for my body, my mind, my emotions, and my relationship with Jesus.
What a day! Bleh! A tiny, uninteresting history is probably necessary here. My body does not handle change well. My eatery system (I just made that up) is crap. I've always been extremely affected by whatever I put in my mouth and by hot temperatures. (I used to black out and puke any time we went to the beach and I got too hot.) I know. I'm annoying.
As I type this, it's one of my "witching hours" on the afternoon of Day 2. Happy Hour. For the last month or maybe more, Jay and I have been having a drink... or two... together at 4pm. It's been really lovely. We chat, we relax, we make all the decisions we've had to make over the last six weeks.
Today is the day. The last day. I've been thinking about it all day. I will have a "last drink" tonight. Maybe two. I'm looking forward to it and yet not. Because I'm SO ready to quit... If I have to numb my life to survive it, then I need to change my life. And this is where I'm going to start: with sober.