Yesterday was a flurry of encouraging messages from sober bloggers about my one year sober anniversary. I mentioned it to my teen daughter who was visiting from the university. She said, “Wow, good job Mom.”, with a slight rise in her voice. My boyfriend of 5 years sent me a message that said that he didn’t know many people who could accomplish that. Those were my only real life reactions. Not exactly the parade and party I thought this feat deserved. It was like this giant thing in my life was just that, big only in my life. After thinking about it, I have really made not drinking no big deal to the people around me. I barely mentioned it to anyone and when I did, it was in passing and not dwelled upon.
I realize that my mind was trying to gear me up for failure. “Poor me. Nobody cares that I spent the last 365 days working diligently on making my life better. I’m not the center of the world’s attention.” I haven’t had the urge to drink but I can see that my twisted mind is setting up the scene.
In doing some sober blog reading, I noticed a pattern. I seemed to be focusing on the bloggers who had a recent relapse. What I took away from those blogs is that one drink is not worth a year of sobriety. I’ve also considered the possibility of attending my first AA meeting. I’ll have to think about that a bit more.