I actually don’t know how I survived those decades of poisoning myself with ethanol and regrets. Coupled with the anxiety which ramped up on the mornings after (really all day) and the diarrhea and/or vomiting I was living with, it’s a wonder I had a job. Speaking of which, I have an interview today for the first time since 2003. Never would have switched careers while I was still in the cups. Didn’t even have the energy to consider it. But fear not, sisters! I got tips from my #sobersistertribe and I’ll come home with a promise of a six figure salary. Maybe even seven! 😂😂😂 And I hope they ask me what kind of potato I’d be if I had to pick. @gailsweeny @dj_kitty_litter @lucky1longo @amygoulet1 trained me up. It’s FRENCH FRY bc everyone loves me. 🤔😇🍟 Now as for the animal I’d be I can’t say 🦊 but I think that came to mind from a middle school nickname ‘TCox is a fox’ which is better than the high school jokes of ‘what’s your middle name? Sucks?’ Boys 😒. Guess I’ll get to it then. Happy Monday, Sisters! Keep it simple today. .
Not to mention the fact that somehow when I got a buzz on I guess I thought I was #oprahwinfrey because it was “you get a shot! And you get a shot! Sure, you too!” like she used to say on her #favoritethings shows. Though I guess she said you get a car or something. Why did I do that? Well, I can’t answer why I did 85% of things I did after I got drunk. As for the other 15%, I just don’t remember. One thing that helped me to remember was if I woke up with an injury I could probably piece together how it happened. It’s nice to be relatively normal. Only took a few decades and scars that last a lifetime. They fade, though, and people forgive. I don’t forget and don’t want to. Why? Because I never want to be that lost soul again. Happy Wednesday, Sisters! Keep it simple today. . . .
When all else fails, think of the beauty/vanity aspect of alcohol on your skin, hair, and nails. If it’s showing up on the outside, what’s happening inside? No more poison for me. Happy Tuesday, Sisters! Keep it simple today. . . .
Ohhh the oversharing. The promises and expressions of love and friendship and future plans. I did all of these and more when I drank in public. Spilled all my hopes and dreams to strangers at the bars. Told them my deepest secrets that no one remembered (right????😬) I don’t miss their “friendship” now that I don’t drink. What did hurt, though, was the loss of my “real” friends. When I first went alcohol-free I knew in my soul that my people would be happy for me and would love to grab lunch, get a pedi, go for a beach walk, get a coffee. Took me a while to recognize that if it didn’t involve alcohol then they’d pass. And took me longer than that to recognize that I did the exact same thing when I was saturated with toxic assh*le alcohol. So fear not, Sisters! You have us! Lucky 🍀 ladies! 😂😊♥️Happy Thursday, Sisters. Keep it simple today. . . .