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A couple years ago this seemed impossible. A day, a week, a month was a struggle.

It gets easier. The longings ebb. Peace washes in on gentle waves. The breezes seem fairer and the air clearer.

What have you got to lose?

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Thankful

Last Thursday was Thanksgiving Day here in the US, my favorite holiday. No commercialism to spoil it, no religious controversies, just a day to spend with family and friends as we reflect on all we are thankful for.

I’m thankful that drinking doesn’t pull on me so strongly as it used to. Thankful for a clear head, blissful sleep, and glorious, energetic mornings.

Earlier last week I had to travel for business. The drinking culture around business travel is really horrifying: drinks at the airport pre-flight, drinks on the plane, drinks with business associates at dinner, drinks at the depressing hotel bar before bed.

I substituted a long walk around the downtown of the city I was visiting and a pint of ice cream in my room before bed. (Yes, I ate the entire pint. I know this is horrible. But consider this: since I stopped drinking and started exercising more I have lost 15 pounds even though I eat ice cream like it is going out of style.)

In the airport bar there was a sign that read: “I feel sorry for people that don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s the best they’re going to feel all day.” It was attributed to Dean Martin.

My response: YES! I feel great in the morning. Better than I used to feel during any part of the day when I was drinking. So Dean, you had the right idea. You just took the wrong conclusion from it.

I hope all is well with my sober online family. Whether you are sober, trying, or just thinking about it you are part of the family.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. You’ve been a great help to me and I’m so thankful I found you all. There is no question about it: without this community I would not have had the courage to even try, and I would never have made it through those first few weeks. Without all of you, I would not be sober today. So to all of you: thank you.

Thankful

Dream

I had a strange dream last night, a drinking dream. That hasn’t happened in a long time.

In my dream I was with a very good friend. It was an indeterminate special occasion and we were sitting in a nice place in deep leather chairs. We were both having a martini, and as I was drinking it I was aware that I was breaking my streak, doing something I wasn’t sure I wanted to do. But in my dream the pull was strong. Not the pull of the drink itself, but the pull of the moment. Wanting to have a drink with my friend to celebrate that special moment.

I began to feel terrible about my decision. In my dream, I began to wonder if this would lead to more drinking, if I’d have a hard time getting back on a sober path. I went back and forth between thinking it was no big deal to terrified thoughts that I would be off the wagon for a long time, struggling to get back on.

I woke up greatly relieved. It was, after all, just a dream.

I felt lucky to wake up sober. I lay in bed on my side, then felt a warmth against my back. I slowly rolled over to find that my sweet seven-year-old son had snuck into our room and into our bed in the night, and was sound asleep between me and my wife. He knows he’s not supposed to do this, but it’s so darned cute that I can never be mad for long.

This morning I just gave him a hug and kissed his forehead while he slept. Then I got up and started my day, heading to work while my wife and son slept soundly, peacefully.

I’m so fortunate. I’m so lucky to have these people in my life, to have a home, a job, friends. And so happy that I finally discovered what I long believed to be a hoax, a sham: it’s so much better without the drink. Peaceful. Calm. Grounded.

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Blissful Summer

It’s been a great summer. A sweet summer baseball league for my little 7-year-old, two nice trips with family and friends, riding my bike to work along the beach, dinners with friends. And all without a drink, of course. Which means restful sleep, clear-eyed mornings, and a huge weight off my shoulders.

Is everything perfect? Of course not! This is life, after all. But it’s pretty darned good. And I remember that every time I wake up sober.

I hope you are all having a wonderful summer, too. We’re off for our annual trip to the mountains. Like last year, there will be a clear head to enjoy that clear mountain air.

All the best,

TNNG

Blissful Summer

Summer

I’m still here, and still not drinking, and still really happy about it.

It’s summer at last, time for picnics and the beach, golf and cookouts, summer vacations with the family. All situations that used to mean lots of drinking for me. But not now, and I get more and more comfortable with that each day.

And since I passed the one year mark, that means it’s the second time around to do this stuff without drinking. Sunday begins our annual holiday trip with my extended family, a twenty-year tradition. There are cocktails every night, lots of wine with dinner, after-dinner drinks. Last year I wondered if I could really do it without drinking.

Now I know the answer: of course I can! Because I already did, a year ago. And it was wonderful and fun and sweet and silly and sober. And that’s what it will be again this year.

Wishing all of you a sober summer filled with refreshing swims, beautiful sunsets, gorgeous early mornings, and clear heads all around.

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One Year.

Actually, it’s a year and a day. Yesterday was the official one-year mark.

I didn’t celebrate, or I should say I didn’t celebrate any differently than I celebrate any other day. I spent time with family. I coached a Little League baseball practice for my son and his teammates. I made dinner for my ageing and ailing parents. I gave my son a bath and put him to bed.

Pretty good ways to celebrate, huh?

Two thoughts come to mind with the one-year mark under my belt:

First: I Can Do Anything. Because in powering through an entire year, I encountered every potential drinking situation. My birthday. Christmas. Easter. Summer barbecues. Camping trips. Dinner parties. Golf outings. Business trips. Family vacation. Ski trips. Good days, bad days, work days, awful days.

In a year, you see a lot. And if you can make it through everything the calendar throws at you, well then you can pretty much make it through anything, right? No excuses. Just keep going. Because you’ve just proven that you can do it, so there are no excuses.

Second: The Town Drunk. Last week we took a trip to the mountains for one last ski trip of the season. It’s a long drive through mostly desert, including some tiny desert towns that are straight out of the movies. It was a magical trip, with huge blooms of desert wildflowers for miles and miles, and me and my wife chatting in the front seat as our son read through a few mystery books in the back as the miles flew by.

We stopped for lunch at a cafe in one of those tiny desert towns. I could hear a friendly but slightly-too-loud conversation from near the front door, and knew in an inkling what it meant. My discomfort grew. When it came time to pay the bill I walked up to the register and within sight of him, a white-haired and wrinkled man drinking beer at 11 am. He was trying to be friendly, and the small-town waitresses clearly judged him to be harmless. He tried to engage me in a rambling conversation and I replied as politely as I could without encouraging him. Of course, he didn’t get the hints. He kept loudly talking, asking me questions, telling me about his life. We were able to escape his attention when he was distracted for a moment. My son was confused and a little scared. We left quickly.

It saddened me. It painted a picture in stark relief, showing that alcohol never makes anything better. Whatever regrets he had, setbacks he’d faced, or sadness he felt, the beer wasn’t going to make them any better. If he remembered us at all, he’d surely look back with regret at the family of travelers that he’d amiably harassed.

I don’t know what the future holds, what setbacks I’ll face or sadness I’ll feel. I just know that I have no interest in using alcohol to ‘help’ me through them.

And I hope that friendly, drunken, grizzled old man gets some help.

Now, back to something happier: One Year! It really is something, isn’t it? I never did figure out what to get myself as a reward. I’ll figure it out. Believe me, it will be something good!

One Year.

Getting Closer

I’m a few weeks away from the one year mark.

Soooo, I’m open to suggestions on how to celebrate and what to get myself as a ‘one year treat.’ I’d like it to be something that will be a lasting memento. Hmmmm.

A quick update on my word of the year, “listen”. I’ve had a couple opportunities to consciously put it into effect. These were times when I really wanted to chime in make a point, but told myself to shut up, sit back, and listen. It was a good choice. I’m going to keep trying.

All else continues apace. The regular stresses of life are with me every day, sometimes more so than others. Lately, my worry level has been through the roof. I’m starting to think I need to specifically address it through meditation, yoga, or some other stress-management technique.

Importantly, I’m still very happy to be sober. There’s just no substitute for waking up with a clear head and energy for the day. If I were drinking I don’t think I’d be able to do half what I’m doing these days, including my absolute favorite current activity: coaching my son’s Little League baseball team. Those boys run me ragged some days, but it really is a joy to be on a ballfield with a group of enthusiastic seven-year-olds.

Peace to you all.

Getting Closer