I am obviously one of a large group of recovering alcohol misusers who is also navigating parenting small kids through covid and forest fire fallout so I know that what I have to say isn’t new.
But guys, this is hard. Really fucking hard.
I think it’s mostly hard because I haven’t dealt with tough life stuff sober in many, many years, so I’m not only dealing with tough life stuff but I’m stretching muscles I haven’t used in a long time and attempting new coping mechanisms too. I’m not tempted to drink, thank god (well, except for sort of residual knee-jerk thoughts to go grab wine), but I can’t say it wouldn’t be nice to bliss out of existence for a hot second today.
Instead I’ll just say, this is hard. It’s okay that it’s hard. Feeling that it’s hard is good for me, just feeling it and accepting it and not reacting to it with a manic drive to DO SOMETHING to fix it. This is what life is supposed to be like! Generally content and happy with spikes of euphoria and dips into “this is hard” feelings.
So, no drinking today. I will plan a sober treat for later (I see ice cream in my future), and I will go for a walk and admire the red sun, and I will be okay with it just not being a great day so far. It’s only 10 AM. Lots of time for things to turn around.