“A man takes a drink, the drink takes a drink, the drink takes the man.”Old Irish saying
I took the month of September and decided not to drink. There was no real phenomenal change in my life, it went on as usual. I did have cravings for the first ten days or so, which surprised me a little, but since they weren’t debilitating, I took them in stride. The month did however provide me with ample opportunity for reflection, not on the formative first family stuff but more on my own personal responsibility. I’ve never been one that easily makes friends although I am making a concerted effort to change that. Historically, I always thought that alcohol served as a social lubricant, making it easier for me to be in the company of others. However, I have discovered that to my detriment the person I am presenting isn’t necessarily how I want to be seen. It’s almost like the alcohol acts like oil on wood, showing every last detail with a rich glow. There are elements of my character that I don’t care for. It’s not that I don’t love myself it’s that sometimes I don’t like aspects of myself. Things that are, for one reason or another, ingrained in my very being. I fully accept them as part of myself, but I also recognize that they can be diminished by highlighting my more desirable traits. The one thing that I have come to realize is that alcohol highlights my less desirable traits. And this doesn’t sit well with me. So I have decided to return to an alcohol free life-style. Why write about it? For two reasons; to make myself publicly accountable and to offer company to anyone that finds themself regretting showing the world what they are make of instead of who they are.