I considered calling this post: Top 5 things to avoid in the first few months of sobriety, but it got a little bit repetative:
- All Inclusive Vacation Destinations
- Weddings
- Weddings at All Inclusive Vacation Destinations
- All Inclusive Vacation Destinations with three small children
- Contemplating at all, All Inclusive Vacation Packages with a Travel Agent or Friend or Family Member or Pet
This seems pretty obvious, and is the exact reason why my husband and I decided to embrace that first beer on the beach, and not beat ourselves up about it. And embrace we did. We drank some, here and there, and didn’t let it bother us too much.
We really did enjoy our vacation immensely, didn’t over-indulge as we might have otherwise, and honestly life felt grand! I was pleased to experience a taste of that mystical moderation I’d heard so much about.
But then we came home.
And oh how that slipperly slope tripped me up again. That damn, slick slide into the pit.
I caught it early this time, and refused to let it go on. But it felt like another big hot failure. Again. And I considered quitting trying to quit. Again. Maybe for good this time. Maybe a drunk was just who I was, and maybe I should stop fighting it. Sound familiar? I should have just sat down early in this slide and read This Post, and then This, and then This one to remember:
The Journey is the Destination, or the Destination is the Journey, or something about Tuesdays. And that all of these little slips and reminders, are why I am on this journey in the first place.
And I’ll be damned if I let it take me down.
I am far too stubborn to let a silly little thing like WINE beat me. No Sir.
Not this time.