Is a year of living sober worth celebrating? Bloody oath, mate!
I made it!
As of today I have officially survived (and thrived in) one whole year without taking a drop of da dacks dropping demon drink.
But so what?
I mean really.
“Just get on with life and chalk your YOLS up to experience, Ben. Why ya’ gotta make a big deal about it?”
Sure it means a lot to me but in the proverbial great scheme of things is a year of living sober really worth celebrating? And if so, how? By writing myself off by drinking half (or even one-hundedth) of what I missed out on during my year off booze? I reckon I’ll get pissed on one glass of beer; wine might blow my sober mind.
Also, who should I celebrate my year of temporary teetotalism with? My friends? My family?
One way I am celebrating is by sharing this day with you, my reader, my blog buddy, my long-distant champion of this ozzie guy’s goal to go twelve months sober.
Thank you for sharing this journey. It really means a lot to me to know my ramblings have made a connection with like-minded (and some not so like-minded) souls around the world.
And thanks to you, and your comments, messages and emails (not to mention re-tweets, oh how a RT validates my writer-aint-a-writer-without-a-reader self) I love blogging and tweeting heaps more than I did before YOLS.
So Much To Celebrate
Besides rejoicing in my return to the ranks of the moderately drinking I also think it is good to celebrate in order to take a moment and reflect on the other benefits my year of living sober brought me. I covered many of them in ‘12 Months of Sober Living‘ but the big ‘uns are:
- I’ve been super productive: releasing my second novel, acting in an indie film and blogging or tweeting everyday for the whole year
- I’ve saved money. (Yesterday, in order to be prepared with a variety of drinks to choose from (for my FADFOY) I bought a six-pack of beer and a bottle of champagne. Even though they were both on special I was acutely aware that the plonk in my hands was a pure luxury item, or items, which could in no way be recycled to provide nappy protection or soft-toy comfort to either of my baby girls. Daddy got the guilts!)
- I’ve become a better blogger (you may or may not agree with that claim but YOLS is definitely the most popular blog I’ve ever done)
- I’ve made friends with people I haven’t met (when YOU share OTHERS share too)
- I’ve learned I’m not alone in thinking there is a murky zone somewhere between being an alcoholic or constant binge drinker and a total abstainer or teetotaller: it’s good to know I am not alone in sometimes swimming those murky waters (where not much water is drunk)
- I only had one migraine, of lesser intensity that normal too, in a period where I normally could have expected many more
- My light-sensitivity is much better: my wife noticed I don’t wear my sunglasses when making love anymore
So, considering the little victory my year off booze represents in a world in seemingly constant and ever-increasing turmoil, is a year of living sober worth celebrating? Well, as we say down under…
Bloody oath mate.
And I’m celebrating with everyone: my friends, my family (blogging, blood and marriage!) and my self.
So cheers to me.
And cheers to you.
Whatever you think, wherever you are may you always remember to celebrate the little victories.
Whether you choose to drink or not.
A proud dipsomaniac.
Little Booze Joke
A man walks into a bar with a lump of tarmac under his arm and the barman says, “What would you like?”. The man sits down, puts him lump of tarmac on a bar stool next to him and says, “A pint of beer for me and one for the road.”
PS. Tune in for the lowdown (next post) on what it was like to have my FADFOY. I’m sure I’ll have more juicy stuff to share. Hopefully it won’t involve recalling the sight of undigested carrots, bile and other stomach contents puked on the bathroom floor after a belated booze binge.
PSS. I’m pretty sure it won’t!
PSSS. But anything’s possible.