One warm Sunday morning as I was completing my walk of shame back to Concord from a chaotic night out in San Francisco, I opened the door to my house to be welcome by the unconditional love of my two cats. Their food and water bowls were empty and they had been alone for over twelve hours. I stood there; at the age of 36, hung-over and tired as all hell… and I asked myself: “What are you doing?”
It was at this point that I realized that it was time for me to make some lifestyle changes. I decided to quit drinking, not because I had an alcohol addiction, but because I was no longer in a place or in a life that had room for booze and all the bad stuff that it brings along with it.
I made this decision sometime back in June of 2013; and for several months I mapped out how and when I was going to go sober, which was delayed by social events and holidays. I really gave it some thought. So come December 31st 2013, after several “test runs” prior to that during which I remained sober for 30 day periods, I finally knew that it was time. I wasn’t in my twenties anymore… far from it actually; but most importantly was that I was now a person with actual responsibilities, unlike before when I didn’t own a home, I didn’t have a pet, I didn’t have a real job or a career and nothing really mattered. In essence, my past self-destructive behavior didn’t apply anymore. There were things that called for my full undivided attention.
I had become someone new, and as part of that change… I needed to make room for being present. So here, I am; feeling AWESOME! I only wish that I had stopped drinking earlier, but at least I recognized the destructive way in which I used alcohol and decided that I no longer wanted to be that person. Too many wonderful things were happening to me to not be aware of life!
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