I had my last drink was in April 2018 while vacationing in Barbados. I was already feeling disenchanted alcohol, but I continued to imbibe. I’m not sure why, maybe out of habit or because I was on vacation. It felt like everyone around me was drinking. We were at this beautiful beach where I watched people order buckets of beers, do shots and stumble around.
Two woman were in the water with their drinks when a wave came up and knocked one of them over. She managed to hold the drink up in the air and not spill it. The woman was laughing hysterically saying, “I didn’t lose my drink,” which was funny, except that she kept repeating herself over and over, getting louder and louder.
I swam away.
On the same vacation, I was drinking my third glass of wine of the night, while watching my son swim in the pool. It was a perfect night, beautiful and warm. And I thought why I am I drinking this, I don’t even want it. So, I tossed the wine in the bushes.
When I got home from vacation. I wracked my brain for ways to make this whole not drinking thing stick, as I had tried to quit many times before. I knew I needed accountability and a challenge. So, I pledged to quit booze for one year and donate the projected money I would save to a local hospice on Facebook.
That decision has been the catalyst for every positive change I have made since.