So, I’m using this eclipse, like I have tried to use Christmas and New Years and my birthday and Easter, to fully jump-start a new path, a sober path. I would have had 8 years this past March 30th, but I had a drink in London (because I had never been to London!) and then another for some occasion, I can’t remember what, and then on and off for the next (almost) two years.
I didn’t see that coming. Seriously.
But how could I not? I’ve listened to person after person describe how one special drink led them into further drinking, but I knew that didn’t really apply to me. After all, I had transcended drinking. That was the actual word I used at some point in my blog, transcended. And it was true, or so I thought at the time. Or maybe it was true, and I changed that by opening the door just a crack, again and again.
And what’s both beautiful and harrowing is the realization that I am just like everyone else. I’m not special! I love that about me, at this moment, sitting at a bar, having what I’m telling myself is my final Cosmo ever. Because, you know, the eclipse.
So … what I’m reading here at the bar, the only person here at 1:13 on a Monday, as my apartment is packed up and moved to a townhouse, and as a total transition is about to take place, both in my life and in the world, God willing, and he is always willing …
What I’m reading is this: An eclipse can be used as a line in the sand. I told my husband this, as I asked to borrow a credit card because I’d maxed out my own, while he moves the entire household, while I tell him yet again that THIS is the moment, the before and after, that it’s over, this playing around with alcohol, and that he doesn’t have to worry about me anymore, and that I’ll be who I used to be, and that I will live instead of die, a little at a time.
And here in the bar! A miracle. It’s Peter Gabriel singing “Bring Me a Higher Love,” because that’s what it’s going to take. And that’s what it took before. And I am there again, at the crossroad, and all I have to do is choose.
So today, I choose love.