Wolfie made me laugh today. (Who’s Wolfie?) I was working on my workshop, spent most of the day out there taping house wrap and screwing on joist hangers and stapling screen over the little ventilation holes at the ends of the rafter vents. Pure puttering. Mind wandering every which way. I got to thinking about my college soulmate who I’d just spoken to on the phone (he just installed a water heater at my house at Home 1), who told me some stuff about another college friend of ours, so my mind wanders to college friend 2.
Years ago, first friend happened to mention that friend 2 had stopped drinking for that calendar year. That sounded odd and I asked why. (I didn’t myself yet have a drinking problem back then.) He said, “he wants to prove to himself that he doesn’t have a problem.” This guy apparently went one year on, one year off. I just sort of thought, huh. Something in me filed that away, though, because it’s still with me all these years later.
As I was very vaguely mulling that alternating years thing, as I taped and stapled, Wolfie pokes his head out and says, “that’s an interesting idea.” To drink every other year. It’s curious because I’m pretty happily just going on my little sober merry way theses days (though I do feel a new season coming on; no clue what its name or nature is). I laughed out loud.
Today is day 82 and I love the little cushion of sober days I have building behind me. But also, the winds feel like they’re shifting, I feel like something’s moving/shifting/settling in my mind/body, I wonder what that is and whether I should be doing something proactively in response (such as, in Belle’s language, reaching out for more sober supports). I think that I may need to identify some new sober treats. Hmm.
Or maybe I just acknowledge that a new chapter is starting and I may not know its name or theme or story line for a while.
Patience. And still rolling.
Have a good one.