There’s so much about early AF living that feels empty in a lot of ways. I suppose I spent a lot of time dulling the edges of consciousness which means time becomes a little more fluid. In sober living, time is crisp and… vast…
I feel like I have no shortage of things I would like to do, but my motivation to get them started is low. Makes sense, this is only my third sober morning! But my brain is full speed imagining and creating and my body thinks, no thanks, not yet.
I do have a list of ways I want to use my creative energy (once it really kicks in). Nothing particularly exciting! But such a departure from where I’ve been living in my pickled state:
- get fit! I’m a good 30 lbs beyond ideal, approaching my pregnancy high. I know it’s piled on calories from booze itself, as well as shitty eating choices and barely moving in any meaningul way. I look forward to feeling strong and sleek again.
- get organized! Everywhere I look in our home, I see clutter. It drives me crazy. I am going to slowly and methodically get on top of that.
- get nesting! We’ve lived in our home for 2.5 years and have barely personalized it. I want to get a coat of paint and some bookshelves in my kids’ rooms so they start to feel more US.
- get making! I love to sew. I have projects lined up for years. I want to get working on them.
None of this felt possible while I was actively drinking. I am going to celebrate each tiny win I make toward filling the absence of booze with good and wonderful things that feed my soul.