Day Two

Yes, I survived a day without wine. Onward to day two.

I am immersing myself in sobriety. I've subscribed to some of the sober blogs that I like, reading them is like booster shots. I'm going to bed early. And I like the suggestion of the replacement drink.

Because for me, some of it is about the ritual. I used to smoke about 20 years ago. I loved the ritual. Tapping the pack to get the cigarette out. Putting it in my mouth. Striking the lighter. Taking the first inhale. Blowing the smoke out. I just loved it.

In addition to the ritual, some of it was about associations. Cigarettes and coffee. Cigarettes and a drink. In my mind, these things went together. How could I do one without the other? How could a cup of coffee ever be enjoyable again?

Maybe this is the same thing. Based on some of the suggestions I have gotten, I guess it is.

The replacement drink. I looked on Pinterest and there are some gorgeous mocktails. I can have one of those when the witching hour arrives. So, I gotta get the stuff to make one. A faux margarita sounds delightful.

About the associations. I am a creature of habit. So, I have to do things differently. I like to drink when I take photos. So, no photos for now. I always come home from work and get on the computer with a glass of wine in hand. I need to do something else when I get home from work. Take a walk, read a book, definitely be in a different room. Different.