But I've thought about it.
I was alone last Friday night and we did have some alcohol in the cupboard. Half a bottle of Peach Tea Vodka.
I opened the bottle and took a sniff. It smelled good. Real good.
But I didn't drink it. I went back a second time just to smell it again later, though.
But I left it alone. I've been thinking a lot about giving up alcohol and what it means. No more wine tasting. No more buying extra sharp cheddar to go with my sweet wine. No mojitos with fresh mint in the summer time.
But I know I have to stop thinking about it that way. Because it's not just about giving up alcohol. It's realizing that I used alcohol to replace other things in my life. Because I allowed alcohol to usurp the place that belongs to God. My husband. My family. My writing.
It sapped my creativity and blunted my emotions. I know that, yet I'd still love to have a mojito right now.
It's going to be a long journey.
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