I know. It almost sounds like I planned it that way, but not actually. Weird that my 180th day of sobriety has fallen on the first day of the new year 2017.
How did it go? Anti-climactic like most New Years in recent years. In the past decade, I’ve progressively become less interested in the party time, getting blitzed scene. It’s just plain tiring with the late hours and incredibly expensive with getting a ride, dining out at inflated prices, and it doesn’t fit my personal life very well with caring for youngster. Only this time, absolutely no hangover even from early evening drinks. No dragging with waiting up for midnight celebrations. And no multi day recovery.
Let’s face it, anything that you commit a few hours too, but end up suffering for multiple days, whether it’s suffering from the headaches with dehydration, the punishment your gut takes as you may suffer with sitting uncomfortably on the throne repeatedly, the lethargy that comes with having bleached nutrients from your body, you really have to question whether it’s worth it.
Plus, it makes the annual self examination of who and where we are in life that much more difficult. Trying to self examine during a time when we feel subpar or maybe filled with the self recrimination and regrets of having punished ourselves again in the guise of having fun, really sets a bad tone for the new beginnings of a New Year.
The net, I avoided my triggers, I had a mild time and I feel thankful for it.
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