As my relationship with alcohol continues to evolve, I feel confident that whatever use disorder I was grappling with 12-18 months ago has eased considerably. But I remain ever vigilant. And I believe one of the best ways to iron my resolve in this matter is to calendar several sober months throughout the year.
Occupying your mind (and hands) with something other than your addiction is of prime importance in early recovery and beyond. And while I’ve adopted and grown to love several sober hobbies (journaling, guitar, gardening, exercise, etc), none has grabbed my attention quite as much as Numismatics.
And while it’s been a bit more than 420 days since I last smoked pot, consumed an edible, vaped, etc (472 days as of the publishing of this blog), I had an interesting convergence of emotions overcome me when I finally reached that magical 420th day.
“Sober October?” I reflected. I had never heard the term, but somehow I felt myself drawn to it. By this point in the pandemic I was drinking like a fish nearly every night and a break from alcohol seemed alluring.
To be sober, to me, means sobriety in all things. And I’ll know when I arrive because I’ll finally be free. Truly.