I woke up this morning at 8:30am and accomplished more by 1pm than I have in the last week...bought toilet paper, ran 5 miles, printed head shots/resumes and mailed them to agents, started re-watching Game of Thrones, made coffee. For a moment, I felt like maybe I was making progress in this life thing we are doing.
I managed to be this productive and have these big life thoughts because I wasn't hungover. Did I drink last night? YES (I am giving it up tomorrow so I thought why not?). BUT, I didn't drink to excess. I didn't stay up until 2am because I could. I didn't drunkenly message anyone who would respond. While running this morning, I felt strong except for when I fell on that patch of ice. I had a moment of excitement to start this year off with a month of sobriety.
Tonight, I am going to drink. It is New Year's Eve, and this has been one of the harder years I can remember. I am going to sip champagne, eat poorly, and chat with friends. And, tomorrow when I wake up, hungover, I am going to try my damnedest to remind myself how I felt this morning. I am pretty sure this is going to be hard, and like, ok. But I am going to give it a whirl because I want to look forward to NYE next year.
They say that if you tell people your goals you are less likely to accomplish them. Here's hoping "they" are wrong.
|This morning's run. I am a whole 30 seconds faster than I was this time last year. So I may have been a booze hound, but I was one that was running a whole hella lot.|