Last night, I had a moment where I thought “Only in Reno.”
Then I realized we weren’t in Reno and this city is just small, too.
Should have moved farther than four hours away. Gotta shake that Reno curse.
Fleetwood Mac is everything.
Don’t settle for anyone or any life that leads you otherwise.
I’m quitting drinking for a month.
I shouldn’t have to explain why I’m quitting, but I will anyway.
Personally, I’ve had a really crazy year. I say that every year, but this year has been especially bad because I drank more. In order to explain why I drank more, let me use an extended metaphor:
You know when you’re starting to learn to cook, and so you try to make chicken? The first time you make chicken, you’re like “Ew, this is very bad. I think I have to add pepper or something.” And then you keep trying to make chicken without following any recipes. You just keep adding more pepper, but that doesn’t do the trick. So, you start to add barbecue sauce every time you make chicken. The chicken is still bad, so you stop cooking it as thoroughly and add things like Sriracha to completely drown at the taste of your horrible chicken, which you’re now eating every night. Before you know it, your chicken is covered in maple syrup, vomit and cocaine, and you have salmonella. You thought your chicken wasn’t going to be good unless it had a lot of spices, but really, if you just worked on your chicken a little bit more, you wouldn’t have needed all that. But, you never wanted to read up or ask for help, because you might be vulnerable and fail.
So, that’s why I have to quit drinking for a bit and learn how to make chicken. A month doesn’t seem very long, but it’s the longest I’ve gone without drinking since I turned 20. I’ll be writing a lot about it because I’ll have a lot of spare time in which I’m sober enough to write. I am excited and scared, which is how you should feel about anything worthwhile, so I know I’m doing something right.
Let’s party (WITH DIET COKE AND BETTER OVERALL LIFE DECISIONS).