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I bought a 6-pack on Super Bowl Sunday for the guy who hosted the party we attended, while I was looking over the selection I contemplated how many new beers there were that I hadn't tried, and how many old favorites were on the shelf. I even thought about cracking a few open and drinking them right in the store. When we got to the party he had open wine bottles and single malt scotch, some of my old favorites.
It wasn't a good place for my mind to be that day. I sipped water and played with my step-granddaughter, it was the last day I'd see her for a few months, she's living in Georgia now.
What works for me? Driving past the store and heading for a meeting. Or going home. Or calling someone in recovery. Saying no to myself and my diseased thinking works. Reading meditations works. Anything but taking a drink works. Reading and posting on SR works.
I guess what works most is remembering that last drink, and 27 years of dysfunction and nightmares. I don't ever want to go back there again.
__________________ "Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty, and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming---*WOW-What a ride*!" |