Ew that Thanksgiving hangover is so vivid. Damn aren’t we lucky not to have to go through that anymore? Since a good percent of my family has quit drinking, last year we started a new tradition of doing a family and friends only DIY turkey trot 5k in the early morning. It is so wholesome and beautiful. Even my 84 year old grandma participates. I feel you on the way it is to witness those who are still drinking, and how utterly boring and annoying it gets. It’s not easy to watch the smart and beautiful people you love drink a potion that turns them into dummies.
Thank you so much for every single word of this. I cannot tell you how grateful I am, how much it ALL resonates, and how lucky I feel that you and I are on the exact same sobriety date. We really have grown past our families. Even admitting that to myself takes my breath away. It takes so much bravery to grow past maybe The Biggest comfort zone there is. Big hugs, friend. Happy Thanksgiving. This is us doing the goddamn thing.
I’m very grateful to have met you and to know how similar our experiences are. Honestly, I hadn’t realized I was growing past my family until I wrote this. Writing does crazy things, man.
Congratulations to us for doing this goddamn thing. Big ass hugs right back at you.
“There was no escaping into a bottle after burying his limp body behind the shed in the rain.”
Most people will read this as a macabre line about death, but I read a bittersweet glimpse into what it’s like to feel something difficult again. It’s really about living, if not at least about waking up.
I gave up the day after thanksgiving in 2020 so love everything you said here. Congrats on an upcoming sober thanksgiving. 👏
not me wondering why I suddenly get the urge to drink at this time of year “out of the blue” 🤪
also, Max was truly magnificent. RIP to a king 🖤
Ew that Thanksgiving hangover is so vivid. Damn aren’t we lucky not to have to go through that anymore? Since a good percent of my family has quit drinking, last year we started a new tradition of doing a family and friends only DIY turkey trot 5k in the early morning. It is so wholesome and beautiful. Even my 84 year old grandma participates. I feel you on the way it is to witness those who are still drinking, and how utterly boring and annoying it gets. It’s not easy to watch the smart and beautiful people you love drink a potion that turns them into dummies.
Also, I’m sorry you lost your wonderful cat.
That sounds awesome! I can see our holidays evolving, and I couldn’t be more glad about it.
Thank you for your kind words about our cat. I went back and added a pic of him to the piece. :)
I hope you’re doing well!
Max is a beautiful gorgeous angel. I’m so glad you added a picture.
Thank you so much for every single word of this. I cannot tell you how grateful I am, how much it ALL resonates, and how lucky I feel that you and I are on the exact same sobriety date. We really have grown past our families. Even admitting that to myself takes my breath away. It takes so much bravery to grow past maybe The Biggest comfort zone there is. Big hugs, friend. Happy Thanksgiving. This is us doing the goddamn thing.
I’m very grateful to have met you and to know how similar our experiences are. Honestly, I hadn’t realized I was growing past my family until I wrote this. Writing does crazy things, man.
Congratulations to us for doing this goddamn thing. Big ass hugs right back at you.
Looking forward to my first Sober Thanksgiving!
“There was no escaping into a bottle after burying his limp body behind the shed in the rain.”
Most people will read this as a macabre line about death, but I read a bittersweet glimpse into what it’s like to feel something difficult again. It’s really about living, if not at least about waking up.
Cheers for the share, Christopher.
Totally love this, Christopher. Every word resonates.
And I'm glad you added that photo. Max was so very beautiful🙏💚
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Smart question!