I surpried myself today. It seems that we all go through a stage of when we are wondering just when,how and if we should declare that we are no longer drinking. Even after the time I’ve not been drinking, I haven’t really made any declaration to people. It’s just kind of come out at random times with a few people-most of whom don’t have a problem with alcohol. I guess,even not consciously knowing it, I felt safe enough with these few to say something. And to be honest, I haven’t received any kind of negative or judgemental reaction. Maybe a “Why”? I say I just felt it was time and that’s been that.
Well, today!! We live in a condo in a nice, diverse neighborhood. As I walk a lot and walk my dog a lot, I know many neighbors-both in my condo and in the neighborhood itself. I have one neighbor, that lives here in my condos. She’s probably in her 60’s-nice. I think she drinks a lot. I can’t say I’ve ever seen her drunk, but she’s always putting together Happy Hours, Wine Down Thursdays, things like that. And, takes one to know one, right?
So, I see her today on my dog walk. We chat a bit and I’m telling her about an upcoming trip that I’m taking (more later). We start going our separate ways-in different directions. And as she’s walking away, she says, “Have something with Lime in it” I reply, “I’ll have a lemonade.” She says, “Put some Gin in it!” I say in a pretty loud voice as we are getting farther away from each other, “I QUIT DRINKING!” Well, that stopped her in her tracks! Said, “Even wine?” Like wine doesn’t count! Wouldn’t that be great! So I said,“Yes, even wine”. She asked how I felt. I said GREAT! That I felt really, really good. And, she went on her way. After I walked away, I realized that we had pretty much been shouting to each other. I came to the conclusion that the Universe is ready for me to own it. I will not however, be going around shouting out to the world that I no longer drink. I think “owning it” in this case is more about the shift that has occurred and continues to occur in the core of my being. It’s a good thing.
On another note, I had a great Birthday yesterday! My SO and I used to cook for and feed homeless people every Sunday for years. No matter what. Sometimes as many as 200 meals. (I’ll also add, that often, I was probably almost as hungover as some of the people that I was feeding!) Anyway, because I gave up my commercial kitchen space, we had to stop. So, spontaneously and sporadically, I will make sack lunches and drive to areas where I know there are homeless people and hand them out. I say sporadically, except on my Birthday. It’s something that I like to do on my birthday. So I did it yesterday. I don’t ask, I don’t judge. If someone is too stoned for food, I make sure that they take the water-yesterday it was 102 here!
I watched Spain lose their game in the Euros (: We went to an upscale sports bar and watched Argentina win 🙂 We sat at the bar for a couple of hours where I ate like a 13 year old and drank Cherry Lemonade, not once bothered by all the cocktails being shaken, or the pints being pulled or the wine being poured. We left at half time. Got home in time for the second half which I watched in my PJs eating my Sea Salt Caramel Truffle Gelato out of the carton.
It’s all good! Bowing to you all and wishing you Love.