I’m abstaining from alcohol for the month of December. I tried to go dry in July on return to San Francisco, but got derailed by well-meaning friends. This time, I try to stave off alcohol for the last month of 2015, easier because I travel soon to dry Morocco for two weeks.
I desire clarity and calmness. I want to feel genuine happiness and sadness, suffer social anxiety, and laugh unmitigated by the cloudiness of a beer. I seek to break the cycle of cravings for intoxicants that pull me away from any place but reality.
I’ll have a whiskey soon enough after the New Year’s Eve ball drops.