Day 41- What’s new Pussy-Cat?
I have reached the ripe old age of Day 41 and am slowly falling into step with the heart beat of my new life. I have traction. I have attended social functions, suffered life-knocks, been upset and irritated at home and re-settled into everyday activities such as...
Day 40 – I need to think about emotions and feelings.
I need to think about emotions and feelings. Why? Because I think they played a role in my alcohol consumption. I probably need to understand that role if I want to remain a non-drinker, which I do. It’s a big subject but here is where I'm at so far: Emotions...
Day 38 – Socializing sober
I have always thought that I wore my heart on my sleeve and didn't pretend to be that which I'm not. I am me, take it or leave it. So I thought. However, the cold light of sobriety has revealed some caveats and small-print, within me, which don't quite conform to that...
Day 37 – Life in the sober lane
I am so delighted to be at day 37. I feel very proud of myself. I feel anything is possible.
Day 36 – Shit happens
What to do when bad news arrives? The first thing that happens to me is I get an unpleasant sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, as my inner workings knot themselves up in alarm and concern, as I try to fathom the consequences. Yesterday, my largest client called...
Day 35 – Emotional awareness and awakening.
Bubbles of feelings float to the surface of consciousness. Ahh! How lovely ... MMM? Before Day 1, my emotions were pretty much hidden from my view. Pre beer-o’clock, my feelings were there, but they played 2nd fiddle to, and were covered by, a whole host of consuming...
Day 34 – Sharing a train carriage with Miss Marple
I am no military tactician, but I imagine that a mighty push forward into enemy territory might well be followed by a time of regrouping. I would expect an initial address of efforts towards capturing the hostile ground, and then a secondary one directed towards...
Day 33 – The first month’s Blues
Yesterday I posted a video wherein I talked about feeling low, tired, lacklustre, and generally a bit naff during weeks two and three of going sober. My best guess is that it's a chemistry thing. My body should be a happy, carefully balanced 'virgin' cocktail of...
Why do I feel down?
Day 11 – Hour 264. – Minute 15,840 – Second 950,400 (roughly LOL)
Support is crucial I am going to thank and celebrate each, and every, one of those seconds! I am still sober! I am still on the train. That I see going 11 days, without pouring poison down my throat, as an accomplishment, is seriously messed up. I know! But I do...