Another day, another business trip. This time, a conference. This time, I’m one of the keynote speakers to open this conference.
Wow.
What a difference 400+ days make.
I could never have arrived here, doing this, if alcohol was still taking up a lot of my time, energy, mental space, health…
Don’t get me wrong: I’m terrified. I feel very nervous about speaking in front of a crowd. The topic is not my strongest, but I have good talking points. Haven’t really done this before. But I pushed for it at work, convinced my boss it was a great idea and here I am.
The hotel is fancy and has a fancy minibar to match. I worked in my speech the entire day in the room. My thoughts wondered towards the small bottle of wine. Should I ask them to remove it? No, it’s ok. Because I know that having a sip would be simply catastrophic. I’m not interested in undoing all the good work I’ve done.
It’s not like the temptation is not there - it always is with this kind of trip, when I’m alone and could theoretically do whatever I wanted. I’m a bit stronger now. But don’t want to get cocky either - so here is me, being held accountable.
No one in my family or friends irl would know. But I would know and you would too.
Sending hugs to you al