I’m three days away from finishing my month of voluntary abstinence. About 4 days into February I was already imagining the glass of wine I would have with dinner on Monday the 1st of March. On about day 10 I was considering abandoning my resolution altogether. At day 25 I find myself surprised by my complete lack of caring about it one way or another.
I’m not saying that I didn’t crave a glass of red wine tonight while I ate my Beef Bourguignon, because I did.
I’m also not saying that I won’t bother to have a glass of wine on March 1st. I just might. What’s strange to me is that I also might not.
So far, I’ve been fascinated by the reactions of others to my resolution, curious about when my cravings come and what triggers them, and underwhelmed by the alternative beverages I can choose from when out with friends. I haven’t, however, made any deeply insightful observations about myself, or even our culture. I suppose I was expecting something, well, just something more.
This resolution turned out to be a very easy one for me to keep. Could I keep it for a year? I don’t know. For now, I don’t intend to try. I think what will be more interesting than this month of abstinence will be to observe and consider how my relationship with alcohol will or will not change once this month is over. Will I drink less often? Will I abstain when I’m out on occasion, even when I am not the designated driver? Will I return to my old ways (responsible, not particularly indulgent, but fairly routine) within a few weeks?
What do you think?