One year sober
Yesterday marked a year of no alcoholic drinks
Now I know many may think ah Chuck, you weren’t exactly a drinker to begin with. We’ll you are indeed correct, but that didn’t mean I didn’t
Roll back to 2020 & sober me took the decision to start again to celebrate being able to see my now partner. Living alone through the lockdowns meant it became a brief escape & sense of some normality, a sign of being able to share time in company, during a period where isolation was a distinct & ever present part of my life
It also marked a year since I found out I may be a dad & with that, I felt it was only fair to cut out the same things. I now can’t see myself returning to having a tipple. Being present in the little ones life, combined with life experience first responding leaves little desire to disengage with reality
There’s also reflections on my own childhood. My mother could and maybe still can (haven’t spoken to her in 13 years) neck a bottle of spirits in an evening and held her own variations of the early UFC matches, void of rules and regulations. Growing up, bottles had negative implications, lead to chaos, mental and physical trauma, once resulting in me calling an ambulance in my pre secondary school years for my mum, paralytic on the floor – childhood memories eh
My point is we all have unique experiences that don’t have to define our lives, the way we interact with others and the choices we make
Be yourself, embrace it
James Mackeddie 