Almost half way through a full year of this and it’s pretty hard. Like many of my friends, I’ve got challenges with gaining parents, difficult family conversations, business issues, home issues, kids issues, and all the rest. But, I’m lucky. I’m well employed, healthy and have cash reserves in the bank.
So, the Bizpain thing is on the lower side, I think. But, the Lifepain is a bit higher; probably average with other people in my category (whatever that is) and my Funpain is even higher – excuse the pun. Over the last many months, I’ve thought more about my addictions than any other time and I feel that I’m taking some good steps.
I feel pretty good that I don’t need some public outcry or therapy – but, realize I’m just a hair away from that, or hair of the dog, I suppose.
Some notes on the negative?
I still drink too much, for sure. I’ve curtailed drug use to marijuana, but it’s a drug. And, I think I could take stronger steps.
Some notes on the positive?
I don’t drink as much, smoke as much and am more focused than before I started this. In fact, I’ve noticed that many of my contemporaries are deeper in the thing than I am. But, man, we do some great work together – and the love and compassion as people is stronger, clearer – more honest.
So, the goal for the next six months?
Take any use of alcohol or drugs to the weekend only and only two nights at the most; Friday and Saturday. I have some friends who are going to do this as well. One, Cole, stares at me like I’m crazy.
“If you want to stop and can’t, then you should get professional help.” He says, taking a pull from a glass of wine.
“I don’t think I want professional help.” I say, twirling my glass of bourbon.
“Then stop talking about it. Look, it’s on your mind and it is to a degree that you keep putting it on my mind and some others. Hell, man, I’ll work with you on the weekend shit just to get you to shut up about it.”
“You mean that?”
“What night is this?”
“Tuesday.”
“Sure.” He says then walks to the wine bar and pours more into his glass, his head sideways, eyeing the level it reaches in the glass. He smiles and puts down the bottle.
“Two glasses, brother.” He says, back with me.
“I don’t know that I can stop at two.” I say back, walking to the bar and pouring.
“What choices do you have? Here we are prescribing therapy, man, and we’re drinking. Look, If you think your next step is hard cord reduction in intake – I’m in. I’m all in. For you. But, we have to have some hallpasses.”