It’s Monday. Not much more to say than that. Took my grandsons to school, dropped them off and headed to my park and ride bus stop. I was at a light and an odd thought came to mind. I was so glad I wasn’t ‘worried’ about how I was going to make it through the day. I may have difficulty staying awake, since my job is so boring, but not because I’d had too much to drink the night before. I felt pretty darn good. That thought turned into how much we worry when we drink. Worry about how I am going to make it through the day, will anyone at work notice I’m not 100%, where am I going to get my next drink, who’s watching? With all that worry, it’s no wonder I have creases and frown lines on my face. But not this morning. The between the eyes crease gets less and less as I worry less and less about drinking.
And then I’m on the bus, reading a book, on my way to work. Try reading a book on the bus when you are even moderately hung over. . .
I may only be a couple of weeks in, but the benefits, even early on, are ones to hold on to and to REMIND myself of daily. These benefits are my rewards for remaining AF.