Day 348. Two years ago this Christmas, the relationship I was in was hurtling towards a big ugly messy horrible conclusion. I found last Christmas hard, as thoughts of shoulda-woulda-coulda ran circles in my head. Wine was still my friend, so I of course over-indulged to try and forget. I just pretended Christmas didn't exist. … Continue reading The Ghost of Christmas past
Day 345. Short and sweet today. I will never be Moderation Girl. Nope. I am being brutally honest with myself. I can no longer be that person who is happy to stop after one glass. That day passed long ago when I abused alcohol these last few years. Sad, but true.
Day 343. "People used to always say to me that they wanted to write a play, they wanted to write a movie, they wanted to write a novel. I'd say the couple of people who actually did something - actually started writing, they're 80% of the way to having something happen." Woody Allen Let me … Continue reading Is just not drinking most of it?
Day 341. "Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world And the seven seas Everybody's looking for something" Eurythmics It feels unreal to me that I am almost a year sober. I never thought I could get a handle on … Continue reading I never dreamed I could pull this off …
Day 338. "Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine When you gonna let me get sober Leave me alone, let me go home Let me go home and start over" The Fireballs, 1965 This was a Top Ten hit, and a seriously rockin' sixties tune by the Fireballs ... Why did it come into my … Continue reading Bottle of wine
Day 332. "I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors" ... Emily Dickinson I've mentioned before how my much-loved High School english teacher Mr. Kaufman ignited the flame in me for seeking knowledge and trying to make sense of life, and also strive to live … Continue reading Dwelling in impossibilities
Day 329. I just love Dr. Glenn Doyle - and his 'Use Your Damn Skills' approach. This recent post from him grabbed me by the collar and all I could say was AHA! It said, listen up to the Doc - this will help you stop playing those same traumatic relationship snippets over and over - and … Continue reading Why memories hang on like they do