I’m not a very humble person. I have no idea why. I’m average. Not fat, but not skinny. Not short, but not tall. Not the smartest person in the room, but not the dumbest. Average beauty… at best. I was thinking about this earlier and wondering if maybe the alcohol makes me think I’m the smartest, prettiest, sexiest person. The reason why I have not one humble bone in my body? Maybe? But wouldn’t we non-sober moms like to blame everything on the alcohol? Jamie Foxx does. Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol… Good job, Jamie.
Music speaks to me. I could go on for days about my favorite band and how much I love every single one of their songs, even the ones that never made it to the charts. Music has gotten me through a lot of rough patches. I’m thinking that maybe with more music, new music that doesn’t remind me to drink, I might be able to find a better way to cope with stress. I don’t know. Hmmmm… I’m just thinking out loud.
You know what happens when you don’t drink for 24 hours? You get less paranoid. Less anxious. You can somewhat function. I don’t remember being sober for a couple of weeks last year, but I do remember feeling better. Alive again. I want that back.
24 hours… Sober Momma out…