Transparent Tuesdays
You guys,
I love drinking. Especially in the company of others who love drinking.
My college roommate, her husband, and two little girls came to visit for the weekend. We hadn’t seen each other in years and this was our first time meeting each others’ kids.
This was cause for a celebration.
“Should we open a bottle of wine?”
The resounding YES from everyone put a smile on my face.
I always feel a little rush of adrenaline with the first drink. Drinking offers the promise of deeper, more engaging conversations. It allows people to relax and open up more. They edit themselves less and say how they really feel. We get to the heart of the matter.
But my relationship with alcohol has been changing. I still crave deep, meaningful conversations but they feel less meaningful if I’m buzzed.
When I woke up at 5am dehydrated and thirsty I felt a touch embarrassed and guilty. It’s not like I did or said anything especially inappropriate, but I remembered how much I rambled. When I drink, the stories I want to tell seem more interesting and whatever I want to say seems much more important. And the next day, I’m extra tired and fuzzy. Drinking felt fun for a few hours but it stole away my energy and presence from the next day.
As the parent of two kids under 2 years old, I can’t afford to be extra tired and fuzzy. And I hate the feeling, anyway.
It was a great weekend. A fantastic visit. Sam and I loved hosting. But at what point will I choose the energetic, inspiring, I-can-do-anything morning over the tempting, depleting, let’s-have-fun night of drinking?
Bleecker Bombs
We had our very first guests on the podcast!! My college roommate “Ellie” and her husband “Norm.”
I’ll be releasing the episode in next week’s newsletter. Stay tuned!
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Until next week,
Charlie