If you have been following my writings, you will know that since June, I haven’t had a drink. No, not true. I haven’t had an alcoholic drink! Not one. Not even a sip!
Initially it was set as an experiment to see if I could actually make it until 2018. Just because I had never gone that long without a drink, since being an adult.
But what I have come to see, when ‘letting go’ of some habits, is that there were and are A LOT of habits that my body just says NO to.
Because I am a sensitive soul, I feel a lot of stuff. And I give a fuck about a lot of stuff. Too much, I have come to see.
I love positivity. I love staying positive. I do. AND I also love the exploration of all the other stuff.
I love all the dark emotions as well. Maybe because I have spent a lot of time with them over the years.
As I continue to explore and research energy and hurt and anger and frustration, I came across this juicy, juicy debate/discussion about anger and exploring whether it is actually force for good.
83 days of no booze and 7 days of no Facebook. Talk about detox central. No small things for this little boozing social media mouse!
I’ve done all manner of detoxes when my body has asked for it. But to date, I have never done the combo of alcohol and social media.
And so it begins.
But why? Why did I even think this was necessary?
The older I get the more in tune I get with my body. The more I notice things that feel like freedom and light and expansive and the more I notice things that make me feel anxious, overwhelmed and contracted.
I was scrolling through Facebook recently and felt like I had entered a foreign land.
Comparison-ville. Green. Lush. Filtered.