I almost drank yesterday. I had a really bad day at work, and was desperate to apply liquid salve to my bruised and smarting ego. If my partner hadn’t been home, I am almost certain I would have had a drink. Instead, I ate too many chocolate covered almonds. She made dinner, and I went to bed early.
This morning, I woke up early with a clear head, and knew exactly what I needed to do with my work situation. I sent the email I needed to send, essentially reigning in my ego for the time being, and I felt much better. May be a post for another time, but it’s hard to imagine such a big ego living inside someone with such low self-esteem. One of my idiosyncrasies, I guess. When I’m unsure, I over-state to such a degree that I feel my neck stretched across the guillotine, and I wait for my head to be chopped off.
Anyway, I didn’t drink, and I’m glad I didn’t make today worse than yesterday by doing something I would have regretted so deeply. Today is day 422.