I’ve taken a lot of time to think over the past 9 days. Lots of me time. Lots of down time. Last Saturday night I took quite a nasty spill on my bicycle. Was alcohol involved? Anyone who knows me can take a pretty accurate stab at that one. Any who, the aftermath of the crash resulted in a broken collar bone and a gash the size of a golf ball on the right side of my head. That night my friend who appropriately goes by “Ghandi” escorted me home and helped me clean my scalp rash. We didn’t believe that my collar bone had snapped. Owwch, just typing that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Due to possible shock and adrenaline rush I was able to move my right arm up and down and side to side. Definitely figured I was fine. Sunday morning I wake up to the upmost excruciating pain that I’ve probably ever felt in my entire life. Falling asleep on the couch definitely did not offer me any favors. Ghandi to the rescue, like a goddamned night in shining armor, whisks me off to the local Urgent Care. Alas, my collar bone, tiss broken. Broken just like my bank account. Broke, broken, yep. Fun.
That Sunday afternoon I made a decision. I made a decision to stop drinking. Today is day 9 (10 if you’re one of those who starts the new day at midnight) without any alcohol in my system. This is by far the longest I’ve gone since June of last year when I decided to complete the whole 30 challenge.
When I look back on the past year of my life, EVERYTHING that happened to me, wait, let me rephrase, EVERYTHING that I created in my life that was negative definitely involved me having alcohol in my system. There is not one semi memorable negative situation that I got myself into where I wasn’t drunk. That, I suppose, isn’t really that hard to believe since the major majority of my free time was spent staring at a bottle. I’ve decided, here’s the kicker, that I am a much better person when I’m sober. Logic. It defies.
So it’s been 9 days, I’ve been semi immobile. I can still walk and eat and sit and even take a shit if I wish, however I’ve taken so many things for granted, so many simple things that I love to do which involve the use of both of my arms. I’ve compiled a list of shit I will do much, much more of when I’m all mended together again.
Ride my bike. I already ride my bike quite a bit, but when I’m better, it’s on! Going to go from 60 miles per week to 100. Riding my bicycle is by far the thing I miss the most right now.
Paint. Paint. Art. Crafts. Paint. I’m going to finish the pieces that I’ve started and create more and more. I could try painting with my left hand, this wouldn’t be a bad idea at all, however I will be so happy when I can paint with my right hand again.
Go to the gym. I’ve been paying for a gym membership for the past 7 months now and I’ve only been a hand full of times. This has got to change. Start with 2 times a week. Go up from there.
Beach volley ball. Need I say more? I’ll probably be much better at it too when a hangover isn’t present.
Get familiar with more outdoor activities. I’ve always wanted to go snorkeling, stand up paddle boarding, sailing. All of these things are easily accessible here in San Diego. I need to take advantage of the soil of which my home rests upon.
Take a pottery class. There is a studio 3 blocks away from me that gives wheel lessons. I want to relive my youth and get back into throwing a good one on the wheel and creating something beautiful.
More time with the band. Making music. Getting inspired. That 20 million ain’t gonna earn itself.
I do believe, that sticking to my action plan of fun, will keep the bottle at bay. When on earth am I even going to have time to drink?! I’m excited, I’m ready, I’ve learned my lesson, I’m ready for change.