My father in law turned 70 recently. We had a party. His sister brought him the best present….and unexpectedly, gave me the best gift as well.
I run workshops. Personal introspection kind of workshops. An opportunity to check out of the ‘same ol’ same ol’ routine and going through the motions – and check in. Deep in.
63 days since I have had a drink of alcohol.
*the crowd cheers*
I wish I could say that the impact has been radical.
I wish that I could say that it has been completely transformational.
But that would be wishing I was perfect.
I secretly had expectations that giving up alcohol would be, like, I don’t know, completely game changing.
The first day of 2016 I was sick. Some say hungover, and while there may have been some of that in there, ok, there would have been, I was also in the midst of what I soon came to see was a pretty yuk virus that consumed me for the first part of the year.
But I wasn’t to know that is how the year would go.
It wasn’t a jinx. It wasn’t because I didn’t have the perfect start to the year. It was as it was. And I had to learn how to navigate it. And really, isn’t that what life is. A navigation of terrain?
Aren’t we all just finding our own way through life the best way we can?