Off to Florida on Thursday! WOO HOO. I am so over this winter, when I leave it will be a high of 15F so even if it’s only 70 in Florida I will be stripping off layers and layers of clothes Don’t get too excited guys. It’s my annual girls weekend. We stay at a friends house right on the gulf, so amazing, peaceful and beautiful. Morning coffee watching pelicans so close you can almost touch.
I’m not really worried about drinking. I was always the biggest drinker, starting early and continuing after we had dinner. You know the routine. These ladies are normies and I always had to try to act like I wasn’t the one emptying the wine bottles. They are my book club friends, they know I stopped drinking this summer. If we get around to talking about it I think I will tell all, not just that I quit for a while, but that I quit because I couldn’t stop, I had no control over alcohol. I have no intention of starting over. NO MATTER WHAT.
I also feel bad, well sorta, that I don’t blog very often. I really don’t have much to say about being sober at sixty anymore. I’m sober, I’m in my sixties. (AAGGHH!) Still don’t know how the hell that happened. I was 38 yesterday. The hard part of getting sober is over, I try not to go over the bad times too much. I remember them (well sort of, it fades). I don’t want to forget, but I don’t have much to say about the bad times. And it’s easier now. At 211 days I know I’m just a newbie. I have a long, long way to go. That said, I think at my age I finally realize I just can’t drink anymore. And I really don’t want to. Would you want your children’s grandmother to be a drinker? I don’t think so. Would you want your mother to be a drinker, you know the answer.
Alcohol and wine in particular has lost all it’s glamor and appeal for me. It took me long enough. All you babes out there in your 30’s and 40’s, do not wait as long as I did to stop drinking. I could get all poetic about that, about your kids, your future, yada yada yada, but I won’t. Just DO IT NOW. One day at a time, one foot in front of the other, do not drink today. You may regret a lot of things you did in your life but you will never regret waking sober. Stop whining and making fucking excuses and DO IT. That’s not very grandmotherly now is it? Remember, my little ones are young, so I’m a very young, hip and edgy grammy!! And again I digress.
I still read tons of blogs everyday, they keep me fresh, they remind me where I started and how far I’ve come. I don’t always comment, but I’m there. Such a varied group of bloggers, moms, dads, young singles, and a and I quote “motherfucking sober ninja warrior lady”, (that’s for you Sherry, I wish I’d had the balls and the brains to think of that first). Who’d have thought we’d all have so much in common? I’ve come to think of everyone as family. The weird dysfunctional side, but family none the less. I won’t close up shop completely because I still have some landmark days to celebrate ahead and I’ll shout out about them. Still haven’t figured out what my treat will be for 365. I have an idea, just have to see how it flies with Husband #1. Speaking of which, he is still NOT on the journey with me, so I may need to blog about that every now and then. So I’ve gone on and on and blah blah blah. Shit, I wasn’t going to let that happen. I originally said this would be a blurb not a blog.
I am so psyched to get away from this freakin, frickin, fucking snow, cold and ice I am jumping up and down. Thursday can’t come soon enough. Girls just wanna have fun.