Sobriety. Is. Boring.
That’s something they left out of the D.A.R.E. lectures.
Ok, so it’s probably not sobriety that’s boring, but this adjustment phase I’m in is painfully uneventful.
I’ve always been very good at making plans. The problem is, those plans always started with “let’s have a drink at my place” or “let’s meet at [insert trendy bar name here]”. It just seems like the easiest, and most obvious choice because that’s what 20-something’s do in LA.
Now that this 20-something is sober, I need to think of things to do that don’t involve drinking, while also trying to think of friends I have that would actually enjoy doing these things that don’t involve drinking.
Or do I?
…I think I just had an epiphany mid-post.
This is the mindset I’ve been in for the last couple of days and my time off from work has definitely suffered from it. My weekend was incredibly boring. I reached all new levels of hermit-crabby-ness. I spent three hours making homemade spaghetti sauce and had more conversations with Warner than I did with people. Don’t get me wrong, I like cooking, and I love my dog, but this all seems pretty extreme, and well, just plain pathetic.
The only thing my sobriety is changing, is what I order off a menu. It doesn’t have to change where I go or who I go with. My friends are amazing, and they’ve all been completely supportive and loving about all of this. Why the eff would I want to find new friends? And I like going to bars and restaurants, even if I’m not drinking, I just like being out in all of the hustle and bustle LA has to offer.
Sure, sobriety has its challenges, but this is one of the good challenges. This challenges me to meet new people in a social environment, without the usual liquid courage. This challenges me to initiate plans, without whiskey-flavored bribery. This challenges me to be 100% me, even if it feels a little funny at first.
I must say, this blogging thing is really therapeutic… Now, what are we doing this weekend?