Dearest Sober Queens, This image by the artist Adolf really struck me and I felt it was a strong potent kick- start to your Monday as you make the decision whether you spend the day in the City of Lost Time; or maybe you do not…. Mondays for me, became a moment in my drinking career where I was INTENT on changing my habits because it was the day I MOST felt an abject failure because I had lost another weekend sandwiching my life, my boys, my world somewhere between the wine rack and the glass. Frantic Saturdays to get everything done on the to-do-list trying to look super-efficient and on my game but actually parched with a Friday night hangover…code words for DRUNK on a Friday night in a kitchen ALONE when everyone had gone to bed……Terrible word so bloody early on a Monday morning. Factual though. I lived in the City of Lost Time whilst drunk. Not looking drunk. But I was. Drunk. We probably all didn't look drunk, but were drunk In the wine years, I lost all hope. I lost the ability to see, to hear and to know my inner voice for she no longer existed as she was pretty much drunk most nights in the shadows of a kitchen running her dark universe. I lost time. No matter what your Monday or week looks like, choose to spend time living being present, find your hopes and dreams which may be buried beneath a raft of pain from the wine addiction years but it’s there just waiting to be re-ignited with new ideas, a new freshness that only sobriety gives – a clear head, growing self-respect and self- acceptance that frees us up to imagine a full, healthy, happy, content life enjoying the simple things in life.
The perfect cup of tea with the crunchiest digestive biscuit, the sunrise, this morning rejoice in the fact you lost NO TIME over the weekend to wine addiction, and if indeed you fell prey to the bullshit and nonsense - may you choose to click on freedom not Lost city for kicks this morning.
Come to the Edge. Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! COME TO THE EDGE! And they came, And he pushed, And they flew. -By Christopher Logue-
I am not in your inbox giving out lemon meringue recipes - remember that. I am a gentle but definite Times New Roman sober invasion of sorts. Please join me in the sober dawn chorus as we say not today lady, not today. Lots of love Susan x
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