This is a repost from last year in celebration of holiday decorating and gift wrapping time...
I think I've been a little too confident, a little too comfy-cozy in my sobriety. I shrugged off other people's comments about the holidays getting to them. The maudlin memories of a glass of wine at a holiday party. The broken tradition of eggnog while decorating the house. All of those sensible images of drinking that we alcoholics think apply to us. But I was feeling like Teflon. None of it was getting to me. I had this thing sewn up.
Well, I had my little moment. I was decorating my Christmas tree. I know what you're thinking: I wished I had a nice glass of red wine, just like the old days...something like that. Something civilized.. Wrong. As I was hanging a Christmas ball, I said to myself, "I wish I was hammered right now."
Yep, I'm still an alcoholic. The moment passed and I was back on the beam. But as they say, never underestimate your opponent. I'm not feeling so smug anymore!