Sober Curiosity: Navigating the In-Between.

plus, journal prompts + brain bites + life lately

our flight is delayed 2 hours. i’m ready to go home. the couple to our left is going to miss their connecting flight for their honeymoon. it’s sunday night, the sun is setting, my sandwich is soggy and the woman to my right is drinking a margarita. and… it looks…. so good. i think to myself… i could really use a fucking drink.

it's funny how people perceive my decision to stop drinking as chapter 1 of my self-help novel in the making. let's be clear—i'm not a recovering addict. i'm just someone who decided that alcohol wasn't doing me any favors. call it whatever you want—‘sober curiosity’, ‘alcohol free lifestyle’—it wasn't an epiphany; it was a gradual realization that alcohol simply didn't align with who i wanted to be or how i wanted to live. beyond that, i don’t like the way it makes me feel.

it’s been 853 days since i last had a drink (i take sips here and there), and 99% of the time, i truly don’t miss it. but, there's something intriguing about that lingering 1% and its persistence.