It didn’t need to be Friday for these sisters to have a happy hour. Sadly, though, these weren’t happy and they sure didn’t last for only an hour. We didn’t mind drinking alone. Too much to do to go out and socialize! Really it was that if we did, we couldn’t drink the way we wanted to and would be miserable until we could. Many years ago I chatted with an old peace corps friend who was living and working in DC. He and I used to throw downnnn. He told me that he went to happy hour with his colleagues and closed the bar down. He was petrified to go to work the following Monday. At the time, my advice fo him was “f them! You can do what you want!” Now, my advice would be (only if he asked/ I don’t give it unless asked for it now that I’m sober Bc who do I think I am?!?🙄) for him to walk in on Monday morning, apologize for whatever he did, and move on.
We all put so much time and energy into what people think of us when really, when all is said and done, they don’t care as much as we think. A very good friend of mine recently turned 40 and I asked what her thoughts and mottos are now that she’s halfway to 80. She told me that she’s finally realized… nobody gives a fuck. And that is where I’ll leave this. Happy Friday, sober family! Keep it simple today.