Small Wins for my Soul – 4 Months Sober
Celebrating the small wins because they are actually big wins for my soul. 4 months sober. I’ve been down this path before. It was always easy, never hard. 11 months and then I succumbed to one sip, a toast to Christmas, and it was all over. I forgot the deep joy sobriety brings me. I used to be a big drinker, I didn’t love my body, I hated it. Then my son came along and I drank a whole lot less, but a whole lot more than nothing, my poison: white wine spritzers. Two drinks and I’d have a hangover for days. My soul willing me to stop. Please. Then I flew home for my best friend's wedding, making the most of the airport lounge’s free wine. The wedding was smooth sailing, I drank and danced and we had a whole lot of fun but the next day I felt regret, that sense of why did I need to drink so much, what was the compulsion behind it and how was it really serving me? That afternoon feeling the minor fuzz of a few drinks, my friend and I decided to boycott socialising and instead opted for an afternoon of wine and the OC. I was teasing my soul with spritzers, like a defiant teenager, rebelling because I could. My soul didn’t like it but she was patient because she knew what was about to unfold. My higher self always wins. Tipsy and giggling my friend and I made a pact to stop drinking for the next little while. Tomorrow though, not today. Initially I was tentative and then I woke up and my hesitation had evaporated. As I prepared to board my flight home I wore my sober cape with pride, my new badge of honour. I was ready. I haven’t looked back. I am grateful for my journey so far, humbled by it, because now I am on my true path, at the perfect time, in the perfect way, and my soul is happy. She is honouring all the wins.