I’m convinced I should start a seminar called, “Why I Decided To Pierce My Nose” with a follow up retreat called, “What On Earth Gave Me The Idea To Get A Tattoo.” As many times as I get asked, I’d sell out arenas answering those questions.
Oof, has it been a rough couple of weeks. Sure, I didn’t drink, but man did I wish I could.
One of the worst jobs I ever had was working as a bank teller. I had to be on the front lines of a not-so-great corporation and deal with adult temper tantrums on a daily basis. For an optimist with anxiety, it was emotionally draining work, to say the least.
As I approach three months of sobriety, I think back on what has felt like a lifetime. It’s weird because three months isn’t that long, but my life has changed so drastically since I gave up drinking, I feel like I’m living a totally different life. My life.
This past week I celebrated two months of sobriety. How did I celebrate, you ask? I went to the club.
Yep, you read that right. I got all dressed up, put on a full face of makeup, hit downtown, and went dancing with a friend. While she sipped her beer, I sipped a Sprite. And while most would expect me to feel a little out of place, I felt completely fine. Surrounded by alcohol, I had no desire to drink.
See, the thing about being sober around drunk people in a club is… they don’t know you’re sober. They don’t care how you look or if your dance moves look like something out of Napoleon Dynamite. They don’t know the bubbly beverage in your hand doesn’t have vodka in it and even if they did, they wouldn’t care. In fact, they probably won’t even remember by tomorrow.
Being sober around drunk people is a whole lot of fun. Not only are you not missing out on the loud music and the dancing, but you’ll remember every second of it. You won’t wake up sick to your stomach with the room spinning around you. More than that, it’s a much safer alternative to stumbling around town drunk. You’re totally aware of your surroundings, totally in control of your mind and body. It’s a very settling feeling.
In the past few weeks, I’ve discussed how much more ~feeling~ I’ve been doing. I haven’t been numbing the pain of heartbreak or the discomfort of confrontational situations. This week, I also learned that being sober means I get to feel fun to the fullest extent. Sure, I’m challenged with being comfortable with myself in a crowd of beautiful strangers, but that in itself is a freeing experience. A very confidence inspiring way to spend a weekend if you ask me.
So, to anyone that worries they won’t have fun if they stop drinking, I assure you that isn’t the case. In fact, I can guarantee you’ll enjoy life’s fun moments much more than you ever could with alcohol. Go ahead. Give it a try!
Alcohol? What alcohol? It hasn’t crossed my mind all week.
Disclaimer: I am aware the situation outlined in this article is not unique to one gender or sexuality. However, it is written by, and from the perspective of, a straight woman. Feel free to change pronouns as you read to suit your situation.