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She gets it
“Wherever I am on a Tuesday night, from now until the day I die, you can be sure that I would prefer to be in a grim pub in Camden drinking beer while talking to a stranger. But I eventually grew out of those clockwork-regular blackout benders that wiped out the next day like a…
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Day 415: Unintimidated
Sooo it’s been more than a year since I stopped drinking… which is hard for me to fathom! It’s a major relief, being on the other side of a year of what was once such a daunting change. I’ve done a whole year-plus of things – birthdays, holidays, international travel, weddings, a move, being laid…
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Day 327: Adult toddler
The other day I was talking to my dear mom, and she mentioned how her 3-year-old granddaughter / my niece is growing so quickly right now that if three days go by between seeing her, she seems like a different kid than a few days earlier. More talkative. Wiser. More personality. Taller. I think the…
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Day 190
Not drinking is getting more challenging and rewarding, simultaneously. It’s weird. There have been times when I’ve really, really wanted to drink, but the desire to not drink is stronger than the urge to do so. Thankfully. Things have been extremely busy lately, and I’ve been feeling a decent amount of stress at times. At…
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Day 110: Free bird got to fly, son.
I write to you from the airport again — and I think that erratic travel moments like this may be my new standard for posting (rather than Sundays). This time I wasn’t caught off guard by being around airport drinking, though I do feel hyperaware of the consumption by strangers: a Bloody Mary drinker at…
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Day 71
I’m at the airport — and had I thought about it this beforehand I would’ve better mentally prepared myself — but pre-flight drinks always signified the beginning of a trip. Actually, that’s a lie… The shot before leaving the house is what kicked it off. I’m not sad I’m not doing that now; it’s just…
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Day 58
Earlier this month, I chose my word for the year. I wrote: “The word that’s coming to me is excavation. Digging deep. Peeling back. Uncovering mysteries. Getting dirty. Inching toward the center.” Shortly after, I realized that was putting a lot of unnecessary pressure on myself at this time. I wanted to keep that word,…
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Day 51
I’ve been oscillating between two extremes lately. Some moments, I feel like not drinking is so right for me that it barely counts as an achievement — a simple change that’s hardly worthy of recognition, deep reflection or documentation. Then: switch-flip, it feels major. I’m unsure if it’s worth the effort to continue, and I’m…
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Day 44
I wasn’t prepared for the amount of support I received from my first post. People are like… really nice. Even the person who told me I should rewrite it… (OK, OK, technically she was only agreeing with me that my retelling didn’t do it justice, having heard parts of the story in real time. But…