a year
Today marks a year off alcohol. I didn’t set out to do it really. I was just sick for a couple days last december and skipped my daily 2-3 beers and then a couple days turned in to a week and then weeks and then months. The first few months were energizing both internally and externally, like a fog lifting, but then i hit a sort of plateau. I definitely had used alcohol to blunt some of the problem areas in my life (internally speaking here), some of the areas that needed tending to and some that required confrontation. Not that I’ve cracked that code fully, only that I was able to survey the depth and complexity of what I’d hoped would go away on its own. The hardest stretches were before, during, after production in October and a real low stretch this fall, where my autumnal depression came to roost for a bit and my fatalistic what’s-the-point-of-anything-at-all-so-who-cares vantage popped up for duration. but I moved past that and am here now.
