Have you ever been to a wedding , birthday party, or reception of some sort when you realize everyone is totally wasted? Or maybe not even wasted. Maybe everyone is to the point where they are beginning to slur their words. Maybe someone stumbles every now and then or really bad dancing is going on from the shyest person in the room. That’s when you know it’s THAT time of the party.
The time that I am no longer serving my purpose as a participant of the celebration. It’s usually the time after all of the important things have happened – cutting of the cake, singing “Happy Birthday”, or opening gifts.
It’s the time when someone has non-verbally declared the original party over and the “after-party” just beginning. That’s my cue to leave.
You see, it doesn’t bother me to be around drinking when I’m serving a purpose. Being a supportive friend; celebrating a distant cousin’s new marriage; or even being a part of the family get-together. But what does bother me is when everyone stops making sense and I can see trouble on the horizon.
“No thanks. I’ve been there and done that wayyyyy too many times to count. I’ll be going now. It’s been great catching up with you, but I have to go because I’ll remember the next day all of the idiotic things that will happen here tonight and I really would rather just go to bed.” These are just some of the thoughts that have crossed my mind.
So know your purpose. Know when your threshold for “fun” is up. Don’t even let that temptation have a chance to sink into your lips or entice you with its aroma. Know when it’s time to say, “Bu-bye!”
Hello friends! I’m so happy to be back with you today after a week of travelling. I was in another country for a dear friend of mine’s wedding. While we were gone, my husband and I had time to reflect upon many things in our lives.
One of the more notable mentions is the fact that we weren’t 100% ready for a wedding/party type atmosphere. We were in a country in South America where the liquor and beer flows freely during any kind of celebration. My friend’s family in particular likes indulging in drinks just as much as any American family.
We didn’t even think (or I guess I should say I didn’t think) about the rehearsal dinner and the reception being that much of an issue. But then they brought out the serving trays of beer and shots that kept rounding our noses every few minutes. (I mean, the waitresses were really doing their jobs in making totally sure we really didn’t want any.)
We tried to find the just the right amount of time between staying at the party and not being rude by leaving too early. Finally, we had all of the water our bladders could handle and enough temptation to feel like we’re playing with fire.
We left the party early as well as the wedding reception because we had served our purpose. We were there to celebrate our friend’s wedding, meet the people important to her, and enjoy the party. We were not meant to linger around tempting fate to see how long we could really stay before one of us accidentally drank the champagne sitting right next to our water glass.
We made it! We did it! We grow stronger every time we venture out to another uncomfortable social atmosphere and I’m proud of us. My husband even salsa danced with me…SOBER! I feel more in love with him at that very moment!
I can’t stress to you how important friendships are to me. I have life-long friends I’ve had since what seems like infancy. I have friends I’ve known only a few short years. I have new friends I made in the past few months. I have friends I can’t wait to meet out in the world.
You see, I used to have issues making friends when we first became sober. I didn’t want people to know our “little secret”. I distanced myself from people I thought would find out, judge us, or even worse, invite us somewhere there would be alcohol. I played out scenarios in my head about someone offering me or my husband a drink at a get-together and us politely declining. Then my mind would start to race, They found us out! Great! So much for us getting together with them. Now we have to see them every week at the kids’ baseball practice and we’ll be known as the family who doesn’t drink!! (Yes, I’m aware my subconscious can be very dramatic.)
But that’s not what happened at all. When we began opening up to the idea of new friendships, they kind of happened organically and not at all like the ridiculous scenarios in my head. There are good, honest people out there who could care less if you drink. Stop worrying about what others think about you and live your life. (That was a shot directly at myself!)
Be yourself…you’re absolutely wonderful just the way God made you!
The holidays are officially right around the corner and this brings lots of family gatherings, holiday parties, and many other social occasions where it’s completely acceptable by the masses to be belligerently drunk because “it’s the Holidays”.
Well, my anxiety kicks it up a notch around this time of year. Not because I’m worried I’ll be tempted to drink, but because I have to be around people who believe that drinking and numbing is the only way to go through life. To these individuals I want to grab them by the shoulders, shake some sense into them, and tell them there is a better life out there!!!
But I can’t…so I don’t. I simply say a prayer for them and give it over to my HP.