Today, I’d like to present some more covers, though these are geared specifically towards driving fear into the souls of homebodies and introverts.
After waking with an intense hangover, I made a personal bet: quit alcohol for 30 days. I have chosen not to drink since. Maybe I’ll drink again one day at the moment an alcohol-free life works for me: I’m 20 pounds lighter, feel terrific, have quality relationships and purpose. And a lot of free time.
I do occasionally have to justify my “No, thanks, I’m good”s and “Just water, please”s with surprising persistence. Working against me is the fact that I’m neither religiously prohibited from drinking nor a former alcoholic.
So it’s officially been two months since I’ve had a drink.
“If you drink again, you’ll die.” Of course, I didn’t really believe my doctor when I heard those words. I’m in my twenties, everyone feels like they’re dying after a hard night, right? He showed me my tox report, my liver count, my pancreas in danger of exploding…
I began devising a plan.
My life is so much fuller than I ever anticipated, and I owe it all to sobriety.
We’re very green and everyone can tell, which might be my fault because I lost my phone on the first day and had to write “lost iPHONE 4S, cat case,” and then I found it later and Ari took a picture of me with the marker board.
She’s creeped out at first, and rightfully so.
Substances have a way of making us feel things (or not feel things).