Back in Early March I tweeted, “I have to stop “living in the now.” All it’s ever gotten me is a beer belly and an attitude problem.” And for me that statement is still true.
The actual act of living in the now is like writing without any edits: only a few people can do it and even they cannot sustain it for long. Eventually, everyone must edit themselves.
After living in tirelessly brainless and unthoughtful ways for over a decade I’m quitting drinking. Not for a month, or a week, or as an expirement, but for the foreseeable future. A length longer than a sabbatical but shorter than a lifetime. Instead of casting out a net I fell asleep in one and remained, tangled, for too long.
It has been one full week. Which is the longest amount of time I have spent without a drink in at least eight years. But it has not been hard. It has been a relief, if anything. Like how it must have felt when I quit sucking my thumb, or started swimming without floaties. I’m a late bloomer and this may just be another binkey to lose.
Anyway, leaving “now” for tomorrow.
