Well, sort of. I mean, it *is* sunny, and warm, and well, I’m not hung over anymore, but… 😉
Usually I feel extremely elated to not be hung over, but today I simply feel at ease. No pounding “full body gross” to impede happiness, thought, ambition. Drinking does, in fact, prevent you from doing what you should, what you want, but what you’re too afraid to do. After looking at my meager freelance portfolio and realizing that I “should have done so much more by now,” I cringe. And the more days you move forward into detox, the harder you cringe because the clearer you see the fruits of your labor — or in my case, oftentimes, the non-fruits of my avoidance — rotting on the vines.
Oh, well. Luckily for me, I’ve faced this countless times and so am not frozen by despair over my “lost years,” so to speak. And, perhaps all this happened for a reason? Perhaps all my drinking, thinking, avoidance, and then fastidious journaling about the drinking, thinking, and avoidance *will* put me ahead? Has already proven to be worthwhile? Was unavoidable anyway, was my path…and now, well, at least I’m still here, somehow making the best of it and learning from the situation?
The burning question in my mind at the moment, however, is, Can two liters of Coke Zero a day really be better for me than a bottle or two (or three) of red wine? Really?