It’s Friday! End of the week. A day when many (most?) weeks I would thoroughly enjoy an end-of-the week drink to celebrate, unwind and give myself a treat. Who could argue with those motivations?
And, what a habit the Friday night drink has become over time for me, I am realizing. Just thinking about it I can feel that pang of longing, both for the anticipation ahead of the “prize” at the end of the day, and then for the sense of release and pleasure in having the drink. I kind of hate admitting all of that — but part of the point of this writing is to take a really close look at all the little nooks and crannies of impulse and emotion related to my drinking habits. That offers an opportunity to more clearly and intentionally consider whether I want to continue that habit or change it.
Just for today, the intention to not drink was supportive and made it not feel that big of a deal. Also helpful is that I am not doing this alone, the two of us in our house are doing it together. That support makes a big difference.
