Marginally Better … or Maybe A Lot Better?

What is going on with this week? Holy Moses. Such strife, much drama, so unhappiness. Me, my friends, co-workers. Bonkers, I tell you.

Another hard-fought day, but I’m feeling pretty good that I’ll ring the register on 17 days before it’s all over. 17 days. Again, bonkers.

I don’t feel any giant shifts. I really don’t. I’m not gleefully happy. But it’s weird. It’s just like alcohol is not an option for me right now. Like, obviously, it exists - I know it’s there but for some reason, my brain is suddenly trained on the fact that it’s not something I do anymore. I can’t explain it. Like a switch has been turned off.

I’m mighty grateful, though. I can tell you that. This week has sucked dogwater, and I am certain that it would have been exponentially more hellacious with a hangover.

Thank you lord for looking out for me during this. In the past, feeling stressed out, frustrated, irritated, tired and burnt-out were all very good reasons to drink. Today, they are just feelings.

In a few hours, when I can put this work day to bed, I will continue to feel stressed out, frustrated, irritated, tired and burnt-out while watching crap TV and eating take out Chinese. Then I’ll get into bed at a reasonable time, read some, listen to a guided meditation and wake up at a reasonably early time tomorrow and get shit done.

I might not be full of fairy sparkle dust or have a beaming smile on my face as I’m doing it, but I won’t be hungover. That’s something. That’s really all I’ve got at the moment with regard to benefits of not drinking, but that’s something.

 
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