I scheduled my last post to be published long after I was tucked up in bed and woke the following morning with a sense of relief, knowing I’d come clean about something that had been bugging me for some time. My post had created quite a bit of reaction on my personal Facebook feed; mainly from friends saying “good on you” and “we hear you” and “thanks for the prompt must give up the bottle too”. What has become apparent is the fact that I’m not alone; there are scores of people out there all feeling the same way about booze – a conversation has definitely begun.
That evening I opened up my laptop to start replying to comments. When Chief came home soon after, he cracked open a bottle of red and asked if I’d like a glass and after we’d both had a snigger, in relation to my previous day’s written confession, I answered “no thanks, I was going to try that rosé”. The previous two nights had been dry so I inwardly congratulated myself and thought that one glass would be fine – after all, this is the goal you’re aiming for – moderation.
I spent the evening on my laptop and when I poked my head over the rim of the screen I realised that three quarters of the bottle had disappeared – how weak and pathetic of me. I had been merrily sipping away not really thinking about my actions – I have placed me at the bottom of the class with a note-to-self; you have the potential to do so much better if only you could apply yourself – Yes Miss.