Very interesting sensation. I catch myself having fleeting feelings of being very casual and comfortable with the idea of never drinking again. It’s elusive – and evaporates quickly. (Forever is a long, long time!) It’s like walking through the woods and knowing you are being watched by woodland creatures – the fairies – but you can’t catch a glimpse of them.
I love the feeling of not caring about not drinking again. I want to feel it all the time. Not as something elusive and overridden by sorrow at the thought of never drinking again.
As I walk through the forest, and have that wonderful sensation about not drinking ever again, perhaps, if I turn around fast enough, I’ll spot the fairy that represents this lovely feeling… And it will stay with me.
I like to think of these little fairies keeping the Wine Witch away … never to visit me again…