X days of sobriety

I wrote a while back about Bronson Botha and his “500 days of sobriety.” I’d interviewed him. His resoluteness has lingered with me, and after posting recently about my love of wine “in moderation” and my qualms, I decided to banish wine for a while. This would be my own, more modest, stretch of abstinence. I called it my “X days of sobriety.”

Why not put a number to X, say 5 or 50 or 500? Why not just do Dry July and its 31 alcohol-free days? The answer is simple: I’m conflicted, don’t know what I should do, and have little faith in my willpower on this issue.

I haven’t even been prepared to put a name to this period until now. I haven’t drunk wine since Saturday the 3rd, so X is already 10. 10 days: what will it grow to?

Writing Big Year: Haven

Bedlam this week . . . so many thrilling work choices that my mind cannot rest.

After an early jog (overriding my Writing Big Year stipulation of nothing but writing), I’ll bundle up Chapter 6’s data and head to Bar Ristretto.