Just Imagine…

Just imagine...

I'm challenging myself to just imagine what today would be like if I want doing this alcohol-free thing.

So yesterday was a DAY...

Tom and I got some super troubling news about our extended family that had us reeling. We were reeling in anger, frustration and confusion.

A little baby back-story...

About a year ago my MIL started verbally abusing me and my family. The threats and harsh words started coming after I attempted to implement a boundary with her.

We asked her time and again to give us space and to stop the verbal abuse but she would not.

One afternoon she came by the house, even though we had asked her to stay away, and accosted our family. She attempted to use physical force to gain entry to our home and access to our kids.

We filed a protective order.

Last month we went back to court to extend the protective order as it was the only thing that kept her at bay over the past year. Although protective orders are not easy to get, the judge recognized the threat and granted us another year of protection.

My husband's extended family were NOT happy. Yesterday they threw insults, called names and chose the side of my MIL...the abuser.

Needless to say I was shocked.

I craved the numb...to be able to block out the crazy.

...and what I normally would have done is head out to happy hour where I'd have had a few drinks. Then we'd have taken ourselves out to dinner and had a few more. We'd most likely ended up at the casino (my FAVORITE place to numb). I would have drank and spent too much.

This is my habit when I had a day like yesterday.

Instead of THAT, we walked the golf course with my youngest, had a yummy sushi dinner followed by a lazy night on the couch.

This morning I woke up feeling.....ALIVE and ready to conquer the day.

As I was on a 30 minute Peloton ride it dawned on me to, "Just imagine how I'd feel if I wasn't doing this AF experiment".

Just imagine how I'd feel....like shit.

Just imagine my mental chatter....shame.

Just imagine my body...bloated.

Just imagine my bank account...lower.

It felt empowering to "just imagine" what life would be like had I leaned into my habit instead of my experiment.

Just imagine....

XO,

Mari