Day 3 of my year of living sober was a Sunday.
I spent the morning writing, working on Yisyot, another experiment I’ve committed to involving writing a novel in a month (and blogging the first draft, a chapter each day).
For lunch I went out with my wife, baby daughter, parents-in-law, sister-in-law and her boyfriend. We went to a local restaurant nestled in a nursery. Since I didn’t have anything alcoholic with lunch, when I finished and returned home to upload my chapter for the day, I did so with a crystal clear mind.
As each day passes, and I keep writing every day, I feel more kinship with other writers who have gone before me in making the realization you can be quite productive when not peering out at the screen/page—and life—through a self-inflicted haze.
Maybe I’ll go for more than a year boozefree or maybe I’ll choose moderation after experiencing 365 days of abstinence? Whatever the future brings, yesterday was full of family fun and creative satisfaction. And I didn’t have a single drink.
It was a very good weekend!
Little Booze Joke 3:
Q: Why did the intoxicated writer cross the road?
A: To leave; to arrive; to journey from what was to what will be: to live.