Corinne's post over at Crying Out Now last night really brought up all of the sobriety anxieties I have had during this journey. All ONE of them, wherein I never get to drink again.
I agreed with her and explained in her comments section that summer will be the hardest part for me, because summer has always equaled partying and drinking for me. And from the looks of her entire comment sections, most alcoholics make this FUN SUMMER = BOOZE connection. I mean, who doesn't like a margarita while dipping chips in salsa out at the patio? Or walking around in shorts and a bikini top holding a corona? Or filling a cranberry juice bottle with special cranberry juice at the beach so the cops don't have a clue? I mean, what would summer be with all of that???
What? Did you think I forgot about the sunshine? Or the friends? Or the kids having a blast running around, playing? Or the swimming? Or the beach? Or the BBQs? Of course I didn't forget about those. But all this time those were like the hotdog and the bun, and the ketchup and mustard were the FUN, ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. Without them this summer, I get a big ol' fat, plain hot dog. YAY.
As I'm learning day to day, what I thought was a plain ol' hot dog, is really a gourmet, new york steak. If prepared correctly, it doesn't need anything on it at all. It's delicious all on its own.
My 1 year sobriety date is in September. Seems close enough, right? I mean, I'm just about at 7 months, and what's a few more, right? WRONG.
SUMMER is between now and then.
But one day at a time, and I can make it. I made yesterday, right? I made the day before that, right? Well, then I can make June, July and August.