Heading into the evening of Day 3, and at the moment it is all about finding alternatives. It is my youngest daughter’s birthday today: that would usually mean champagne at some point (oddly, on a child’s birthday) but it’s just been sparkling water. I had also been dreading the outdoor tree top activity (!) we had planned with her friends, but when it came to it, I really enjoyed it. I was scared at first when I had to jump off a high platform, but I put faith in the harness, closed my eyes, and fell forward.
Alternative to the witching hour wine? A tonic and grenadine, or a ginger ale with lime, and I will make myself make this at 6pm.
Wine with dinner? Back to the sparkling water, but in a nice glass, not just a water glass.
Slowly drinking wine, then realising I’ve drunk three-quarters of a bottle, while my husband and I chat over the cooking? Instead, I’m trying to keep the supper preparation simple. Sure, there may be less wind-down time with my husband, and more Sunday evening television may be watched, but at the moment this is what I need to do.
I wouldn’t have attempted that tree top walk without the harness and safety clips, and you were never allowed to move on without always being attached by both clips. Likewise, I can’t move forward on this sober path without knowing that I have a safety plan in place, a series of alternatives to replace my old, destructive patterns. It’s not magic! I can’t fly yet!