Last night, while at a quiet tapas bistro, I overheard an amazing comment from a nearby table. It was so moving that I knew I had to share it…
Four women were seated near me, enjoying a “ladies’ night” out. Three of them ordered wine, but one did not. The three ladies who ended up holding wine glasses quietly remarked that their non-drinking companion was so strong and brave to be alcohol-free. “How long have you gone without?” and “Isn‘t it tempting?” and “I’m not sure I could give up wine.“ Comments of that type.
That’s when the lady with the glass of iced water said something that swelled my heart with warmth. She smiled with genuine affection, and said, “Oh, I’m perfectly fine. My sobriety isn’t a burden.”
A part of me wanted to scootch over there, to talk to this woman, to hear her story, to listen to her. But, as it turned out, her declaration sparked plenty of self-talk inside my own head. I sat there thinking about our choices and options, our responsibilities and obligations, our promises and pledges.
Our smobriety isn’t a burden, even on a “weird” day, or a “hard“ day, or a “freak-out“ day. It is not an insufferable curse, or a woeful punishment. Not a trial to endure, or a cross to bear. It is not an affliction, or a deprivation.
It is the ongoing recovery that we said we wanted.
Always remember that you chose this path for yourself, and that it is an honor to follow it through.