I realized this morning that yesterday was the first day I didn’t think about the number of days since my last drink. I forgot about day 48!
Nice. This slowly diminishing preoccupation with the actual fact of my not drinking, combined with freedom (for now at least) from cravings, is giving me space to delve more and more into what it’s all about. I’m starting to really see the dynamic of avoidance, the drive to repel discomfort, and what the specific cast of characters is for me. My discomforts, my mechanisms of repelling, and even my discomfort with comfort. Yes, I seem to flee just as much from contentment as I do from stress. Though, in still tiny tiny increments, not as much anymore.
Okay. Nothing long-winded from me today! Have a good one.