For the last 20 plus years, Sundays meant drinking as much as possible before I have to go back to the real world on Monday.
I’m going to couple that statement with the fact that I have always felt like I could never accomplish anything around the house without drinking. Like I could never actively complete any chores sober because I just wasn’t programed that way. I had always done the things while liquored up and that is the only way I knew how!
I used that excuse to a fault. That was my go to when I was pressed about trying a semi sober weekend: “Well, I simply cannot because I need to get all these things done and I can’t do that sober! To a ridiculous amount, those types of things raided my brain and I felt that they all were justified. “I don’t know how to do that sober!!” I would lament in my head and sometimes out loud, and it never sounded stupid because it was honestly how I felt. There was an actual fear in my head to try any of those things without drinking.
I would like to show you how I spent my Sunday.
This was my closet when I woke up this morning:
You
can only imagine how it got that way yes? It was far too important to
get trashed than clean my closet, every single time I even thought about trying to tidy it. It’s been this way for years in differing levels of slothfulness.
Here is how it looks right now:
So
that is what I did on my Sunday. I feel so happy and accomplished.
There is still a lot to do on it, but dang it feels good to have done
that much without any alcohol aid.
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