For years I was scared of being sober.
Then I stopped drinking.
Quite often, I am reminded of why I love my life without alcohol. Tonight was one of those nights. Here’s why;
Whilst out tonight, my thoughts were never controlled by anxieties about drinking alcohol. All I thought about was what was happening around me; I was fully present.
I’m going for a hard run tomorrow morning to compensate for the serious lack of it recently due to the snow. I haven’t compromised my performance at all by drinking alcohol and I just know that tomorrow is going to be a great run.
My enjoyment of the evening was all real – I wasn’t acting under the influence; it was really me.
I won’t wake up tomorrow worrying about my health, something I said or that my daughter witnessed me whilst I was slightly drunk.
I got to come home and do a couple of jobs instead of letting them mount up for the morning. I know that I am 100% available for my sleeping baby, should she wake up for anything.
I ate a gorgeous chocolate pudding that roughly equated to the calories in 3 big glasses of wine.
I remember getting home.
I had a great time!
When I go to bed, I can get stuck into the brilliant book that I’m reading.
I won’t look tired/have a hangover/be sleep-deprived grumpy when I get up in the morning.
What was I so scared about?