I can’t lie- I loved drinking. It did something to me that made me feel invincible, interesting, and sophisticated. Little did I know, it actually did quite the opposite.
As much as I loved a rooftop bar, museum opening, or fashion event, I also loved a good dive- and all the debauchery it brought.
If I hadn’t loved drinking (or at least the chaotic lifestyle), I wouldn’t have gone back to it repeatedly despite the negative effects it had on my life, my relationships, my sanity, and my health.
People suggest, “just have one!” yet quickly realize I do terrible, uncharacteristic things after one- because one always leads to eleven or twelve.
As I began to grow spiritually, I realized alcohol didn’t have the same place in my life. It blocked my intuition, my connection to my higher self, and stripped me of all my inner peace. Alcohol leaves me wanting more, hopelessly aware of the emptiness inside of me that a healthy spiritual condition fills.
Do I wish I was that person who could just have one? Of course. I never would, and I never will, though. I’ve accepted that reality.
Instead of drinking to fit in or make others around me feel more comfortable, I’m happy with my carbonated water or Diet Coke today. It certainly helps me remain centered, mindful, and grateful for the moment.