Thanks

by agoodnow

After this next Saturday I will again, not drink for a short period of time.  I will take from Feb. 28th – March 21st off.  It got me thinking. 

Why did I do this?  What is the goal?  And frankly, the real question could be, do I have a drinking problem?   I was talking with some friends about my drinking hiatus.  I described it in a few ways:

I was bored with drinking.

I was drinking too much.

I wanted to use the absence of alcohol to focus my energy on something more productive.

Being bored with drinking made me feel like drinking was more of a habit than a problem.  Drinking had become a staple of my routine.  Part of what I would do on a daily basis.  When work was over I would go to the bar or go home and open a bottle of wine/ 6 pack (which I would usually go out again to get another), or have a couple whiskeys with water.   I would usually get buzzed and about half the time I would say I would be drunk by the time I fell asleep.   A few things about that started to bother me.  No variation.  You can go to 4,000 different places to drink in the city, but every night was the same.

I was drinking too much:  You know how much is sucks to wake up with a hangover?  Multiply that by every single day.  Weekends didn’t start until noon.   I was gaining weight because I wasn’t working out (nevermind the $90 a month I was wasting by not using the gym).  I wasn’t happy with myself.  I wanted to accomplish something other than throwing back 8 Bud Lights a night.  I wanted to work on my screenplay (I have done more of that, but not nearly as much as I would like).    I was drinking just to drink.  I was drinking because it was what I was supposed to do at night. 

Being more productive:  This blog is the perfect example.  I have a creative outlet that I have not had in a long time.  It has been years since I have written on a consistent basis.  Each day I have made it a point to read something significant, be it a chapter in a book or an article in The New Yorker.  Lastly, I ran 11.4 miles today.  That is the farthest I have EVER run.  I am 28 days away from running my first half marathon.  On January 1st I would have laughed at someone if they said I would be running 13.1 miles on March 21st.

The last 52 days have been eye opening.  I’ve rediscovered my creative side.  Rediscovered some drive.  Rediscovered that I can go out and have a good time without spending $150, just to wake up at noon the next day with a nasty headache and no interest in doing anything other than watch TV.   Maybe I needed this to grow up. 

I’d like to thank everyone who has sent along encouragement about writing the blog.  It’s been a lot of fun for me and I’m glad people have enjoyed reading. 

Have a great week.