Today marks exactly 2.5 months since I stopped drinking alcohol! Why didn't I wait until the 3-month mark to post about it? Because I just had to celebrate spending New Year's Eve sober and pat myself on the back a little, of course.
A New Year's Eve Unlike Any Other
For the first time in years (many years?), I didn't drink anything on New Year's Eve. I just fell asleep around my usual bedtime and didn't even wake up for fireworks or the party buzz.
Boring and lame? Maybe by some standards. But here's the thing: I went for a run the next day. After being sick recently, getting back out there brought me so much joy. Feeling that power in my legs again is priceless.
Finding a Different Kind of High
Honestly, I'm getting more of a high from running right now than from most other things. There's something profound about waking up on January 1st with:
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A clear head instead of a pounding hangover
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Energy instead of exhaustion
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Motivation instead of regret
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The ability to actually enjoy the first day of a new year
So I think I'll keep celebrating New Year's the sleepy way for now.
Life as a Celebration
Because let's face it: my life's already kind of a celebration, and I mark each day in my own way. Not with champagne toasts at midnight, but with morning runs and clear-headed mornings. With feeling present and alive instead of checking out.
"The best celebrations are the ones you actually remember."
No Reflection Needed
Seventy-five days in, and honestly? There's no deep philosophical reflection needed here. Sometimes sobriety is just about simple wins:
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Waking up without shame
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Having energy for the things you love
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Being proud of yourself for once
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Actually experiencing your life instead of numbing it
HELL YEAH. That's it. That's the post.
Here's to 75 more days, and then 75 more after that. One sober celebration at a time.
