Today marks one year without a drop of alcohol. It’s been over two years, but the first year was spotty. Not for nothing, though, I did some of my best sober work that first year. So, what does all this mean to me?
The day before Saint Patrick’s Day, we went to see a band play at a nightclub. Everyone was drinking Irish whiskey and green beer, buzzed up, and dancing. At one point, I noticed a feeling surging through me; the craving for booze wasn’t pulling on me. I’d been living with the pull of alcohol for so long that its absence surprised me. The thought that went through my head was, “This is freedom.”
Now, this doesn’t mean I can let down my guard. No way. The point is, I now know what sobriety means to me and what it feels like. Freedom.
Thank you all for sharing your wisdom, encouragement, and support to us through this narrow passage.
WTG Denver, keep on truckin !! It is wonderful when alcohol no longer has any attraction or repulsion, just neutrality - true freedom, as you say
My anniversary is St Patty’s eve (Mar 16) and I’ve been able to fully integrate back into society , St Patty’s Day has a much different (sober) meaning for me than most of the drinking
revelers.
