Ahh, what to drink? What to drink? I'll admit, those damned little
Bailey's bottles have been lurking in my shadows, but it was more to
do with my stress level than my true wishes. I want peace and comfort
this holiday. And being sober over a year, I am finding just that
more and more. When my emotions get out of control or depression
seeps in, the booze thoughts emerge from the shadows. So I work
diligently to monitor and keep the moods in hand and approach them
even-handed. Slowing down life, even if it means compromising my
perfectionism, is essential to balancing the striving adult and the
wishing child. Today, before all the wrapping and cooking and
travelling and chatting and opening and nog and eating and kissing and
waving and travelling and unloading and finally, exhausted sleeping...
I'm taking a minute for the kid inside saying "I don wanna," by
heading to the ice-rink for a half-hour spin round the rink. Sure I
have lots of things to do, but I'd rather do them with a happy kid
inside rather than a grumpy griping one. Grumpy can lead to rum in
the nog, and my liver's not up for it.
Happy Holidays...for real this year!
drSue
[December 24, 2004 5:44 a.m.]