365 days ago, I decided that it was hypocritical to teach about how to achieve clarity of mind. Especially when I had been working hard fogging my mind every night with a glass or two of wine, and on weekends with my best friend the (incredibly dry) Cosmo.
Living without alcohol this year has been surprisingly easy. Yet, when I see this picture, taken of me at an Airbnb in Genoa, Italy, I am suckerpunched with nostalgia. We were there in April — Rose’ season. We would have a bottle at lunch or dinner after a day of touring. The food was a revelation, made holy with the taste of wine. There was an Aperol Spritz for people-watching at sunset …an espresso and grappa after dinner. I look at this photo now and know that on April 21, 2019 I made a choice that has taken me away from this place, hopefully forever. I didn’t know it then, and now the knowing brings about the suffering of the return, which is the etymology of “nostalgia.”
Nostaligia is a lie we tell ourselves about the past. It is rose (or in this case Rose’) colored glasses.
I didn’t make any big pronouncements when I left. I said I’d be gone just a little while. I wrote about my curiosity about sobriety and that I wanted clarity — that was the truth I shared here. But if I could have been honest with myself, I also wanted to step out of the putrid light of shame. Not only the shame of not exactly remembering what I said after the second or third Cosmo, but also the shame of wasting the time I’d been given to paddle furiously towards truth, freedom, compassion.
About four weeks after I stopped drinking, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I am thankful for this turn of events. It would have been hard to navigate that experience in a fog, blinded by the cold comfort of Tito’s. Just another way that I know that the universe has my back.
Lots of stuff has come up in social media — some funny, some sad — about how alcohol is essential to what we are experiencing now. Here’s my experience that might resonate with you: Pain experienced in clarity has the ability to bring peace, even joy, as you find that you already have all the resources you need to move through challenging times. Celebration is all the more celebratory when you can really live into the moment, really be with people you love, rather than wondering if there is just one more glass of champagne left in the bottle.
This picture was taken by my love on our trip to Costa Rica in February, to celebrate our 32nd anniversary. Compared to the photo above, this pic is decidedly less glamorous. It might be that my drink, a mango smoothie, matches my dress perfectly. I had one every night we were there in February, each one tasting like the sunset. Glamor-schmamor — it was experienced in the now, where everything is an elixir.
So this is a day for a mango smoothie! There will be other milestones on this journey, I know it. Many thanks to intrepid people who have inspired me on this path and who support me every step of the way — you know who you are.
Oh, Meg! What an inspiration you are!! Thank you for sharing this part of your journey! I must admit that I’ve been kind of stunned at my ratcheting up of adult beverages lately as a way to “delay and/or take the harshness off” the hard questions that we are all being actively faced with at the moment… I’ve wondered why I’ve let a daily glass or two of cava become the norm, as I’ve never really used alcohol as a crutch otherwise (Cheetos & Krispy Kreme donuts are another story). Reading this entry is going to help me give a second thought before opening up my next bottle of bubbles… and say “Am I better off just addressing the thing Im looking to ignore…?” One more step towards better adulting….Thanks, lovey Ms. Meg!!
Dearest, hoping that this is a reminder to be mindful and self-compassionate. Remember to love yourself first so that you can love others is what we all have to relearn and relearn. Thank you so much for responding. Can’t wait to see you in person again. Soon. Soon.