I know all of us are over a lot of it. Covid, jobs, grocery shopping and day care pick ups. Everyone does the best they can. The best I could while I was still drinking was less than half ass. How could it be when I was so physically and emotionally sick? Took me a year to feel somewhat human again. The way this year is going has been shocking to put it mildly. Work today was…let’s just say less than stellar. At home…the fridge broke (like BROKE broke), the floors underneath need to be replaced, and my 16 year old son’s gf broke up with him 😒. I forgot to get cigs on the way home. I took my dog for a long walk/run/stroll and finally got into a bubble bath. I relaxed for 14 seconds and saw a cockroach the size of a small rodent and screamed, got a shoe, and chased that bastard around the bathroom. If I didn’t hate them so so much I’d be impressed by their ability to be smacked down hard and keep going. What tenacity! Anyway. That sucked. But when I thought about it you know what my first thought was? “If I was still drinking I would’ve let that roach and his cousins (seconds and thirds too) just run around bc I’d be too hungover sick or too drunk to even think about dealing with it. Sucks for the roaches but the thought made me smile. There really is no limit to what we can do – but for me and my sis – it has to be without alcohol. Happy Tuesday night, sober family! Keep it simple tonight♥️👯♀️. . .
The DREADED WALK O’ SHAME. The horrors. Once one my best friends (in college) called me to come pick her up. I’d been there before. However… she neglected to tell me that she was calling from a random guy’s house and they were at Virginia Tech! Well, my friend and I lived in Radford so I hauled ass to get her and (bless her heart) she was looking rough. One earring in. Bloodshot eyes that looked even more red through all remnants of last night’s makeup. She had no clue how she got there, who she woke up next to, and breath that could peel paint. I don’t care for a walk o shame. Not even a tiny bit. Alcohol-free living has made it that much easier. Happy Saturday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
Never will I ever 😉forget the way that one of my friends met her now- husband on a dating app. She said her made her tagline or headline or about me section just say free beer. She also said she knew it was click bait and that any guy who wants free beer is a good match for her. At the time I said make sure he has a case for your bestie! Now I think about matches, Valentine’s Day, and love in a slightly different way. I’ve also had a minute to reflect upon dates I’ve ruined because of beer (free or not), wine, vodka, mad dog, moonshine, or fireball shots. I don’t think the guys I went with appreciated the fact that I was only focused on where my next drink was coming from rather than the occasion we happened to be celebrating. We have men in our lives now who never saw the drunk side of us and hopefully never will. Alcohol isn’t ever free for these sisters. We have a lot of debts to pay as soon as the drinks stop flowing – apologies to make, legal fees to take care of, and the bar tabs we blew off before being escorted out. Alcohol comes to us at a high cost. Nothing is worth that kind of shame and remorse. Happy Valentine’s Day❤️, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
When did you guys start counting Thursday as the weekend? For me, it was college. Drink specials, thirsty Thursdays, girls drink free, or when WE WERE IN COLLEGE Thursday nights had 90210 and Melrose place on. Back to back. All of these events deserved enough alcohol to fuel a jet (and then whatever our friends may want). Thursdays were fun. Til they weren’t. Until they meant a horrible hangover on a Friday. Until they meant that I counted them as the weekend when I told myself for the 100th time that “I’m going to cut back. No seriously. I’m only drinking on weekends”. I couldn’t moderate. I couldn’t stop. I hated it. And needed it. I had to put it all down and hang on for the most incredible, heartbreaking, soul searching, life living ride of my life. Good thing too. Nobody needs a drunk old lady waxing poetic about 90210. Happy “weekend” 🤣, sober family! Keep it simple. 🖤👯♂️. . .
It’s freedom. When we thought about never drinking again it seemed impossible, overwhelming, unimaginable. How could we when we’d planned our entire teen and adult years around drinking? I’d find any excuse not to go anywhere alcohol wasn’t going to be. I got tickets one year for a bluegrass festival and when someone mentioned that alcohol wasn’t invited I sold them faster than you could say banjo. I couldn’t fathom dancing and camping and living for 48 hours without a drink. Plus, how could anyone be cool enough to hang with if they didn’t drink? Now it’s like a whole world opened up to us. We go places we never could have imagined. We have real friends who tell it like it is. And we love ourselves too much to let alcohol f up our bodies, brains, and spirits. Alcohol stole our souls. We don’t need to revolve our lives around something that destroys us. And anyone who loves us. Time to level up and evolve. Happy Sunday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
My sister and I tried, failed, tried, and failed again – over and over again to be quit drinking. I actually didn’t try that hard. When I’d wake up after making a spectacle of myself…again…I’d swear that was the last time. By 4 pm I’d tell myself it wasn’t that bad. By 5 I’d be at the liquor store. If I had told anyone I was quitting and they saw me drinking, I’d say “I’m no quitter!” 🙄and laugh it off. We got sober when we were supposed to. Yes, I wish I could remember moments where I’d been in a blackout. Yes, it’s incredible when we meet our sisters who have their lives ahead of them alcohol- free. My stubborn self had to drink every last drink to get to the day that I loved myself enough to lose that as$hole Alcohol, and dump him like a worthless ex. Happy Saturday, sober family! Keep it simple today. . . .
I don’t know about anyone else, but my anxiety doesn’t need any more feeding. Not even a nibble. If I drank to relax and unwind, I’d be anxious and wound the next day. It didn’t help to have the shamesies too. I spent YEARS living in the purgatory of drunk, hungover, anxious, depressed. You’d think I’d figure out that the anxiety was much worse after drinking. I knew it but when I don’t want to know something I just pretend I don’t. Just take it from me – it doesn’t work. As my sister says, I’d rather stop drinking and be uncomfortable for a while than spend my life in purgatory. And when there was proof of my debauchery? Like skinned knees or a stitched chin or alcohol seeping from my pores? I burrowed under my covers and tried to hide. Some things are too persistent to hide from, though. So happy Sunday, sober family! We hope you’re living your dreams today. Just remember, don’t drink like my sister and keep it simple today.
Just keep it simple. Sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? I mean, it should be SIMPLE. I seem to have a way of complicating things. I future trip, I obsess over things I can’t control, and basically stress over small stuff I advise others ( when they ask) to think about if their problems won’t matter in a week, a month, or a year. We have the tendency to either worry about something we’ve done in the past or imagine the what if scenarios for the future. What ifs are never a good idea. It’s so much easier today to keep things simple. When we were drinking, everything was complicated. Hiding our bottles, lying to family and friends, feeling physically, spiritually, and emotionally sick were part of our daily routine. I am SO HAPPY that’s not my life anymore. It was like every day I started about 6 hours behind everyone else. By the time my hangover was wearing off, a lot of other people had accomplished 56 things. And so, yet again, here comes the complications. It’s a cycle that seems impossible to leave but once we did? Freedom. Simplicity. Love and kindness. Happy Sunday, sober family! Keep it simple today 😉. . . .
Isn’t it a bit tough to be around super positive people when you’re hungover and all you can think about is chugging a 2 liter of ice cold ginger ale before starting again? Our mom used to vacuum extra loudly on my worst days and be super peppy and happy. Well yeah- she’s a normie! So I’m sorry if this post is cringy…but we’ve been there! Oh how we have . One time I was hanging out with a friend after a night of insanity and maybe a bit of inappropriate behaviors 😒. We decided to order a pizza for “lunch” at 4 pm and neither of us wanted to get up to open the door. The pizza guy took a quick look, said “you two should try to get outside or something” and left. He was probably right but we didn’t heed his advice. We preferred to sit in anxious depression and shame. So! Basically don’t do what I did. You may end up feeling like every dark color you can think of. It’s no fun. Happy Saturday, sober family!!! Keep it simple today. . .
My sis and I don’t mess around when it comes to signs from the Universe. We’re a bit superstitious and maybe that’s how we survived our drunken years. We hold our breath driving past graveyards. No WAY do we not find wood to knock on when needed. We pick up our feet whenever we drive across train tracks. My 16 year old son forgot to lift his feet last year and I said “OOOOOOOHHH YOU’RE GONNA GET IT!” A week later he snapped his femur (along with a tree) in two snowboarding. I’m not the type to say I told you so but 😬. Here’s the thing. The universe, the people in my life, bartenders, Uber drivers, and strangers used to tell me to stop drinking so much. There were road blocks to getting as much as I wanted. Car accidents that left me for almost dead. No money. Anxiety. Isolation. Self sabotage. Somehow I didn’t see the blocks. Maybe I was in a black out but it was really that I didn’t want to stop. All I wanted yesterday was some big sugary unhealthy donuts. The road had flooded to get to the shop! Did I stop? Welp. No. And the flooding could have been a sign to stop being such a sugar afflict. I got the donuts. And loved them. My jeans didn’t. Anyway. Signs are everywhere. It’s just a matter of opening our eyes. Happy Friday, sober family! Keep it simple today.