In 2020, I was far from alone in my efforts to shut off my brain with a glass of something potent. This year, I decided to skip Dry January and zero in on practicing intentional consumption instead of abstinence. Come February, we'd dive right back into our old habits faster than you can say "Cheers!"īut 2021 felt different. But then the calendar page flips, and so does our self-imposed penance. In the past, my partner and I have raised our glasses of sparkling water to toast Dry January with all the smug momentum the first few weeks of a New Year typically brings.
#MINDFUL DRINKING CRACK#
Squeak, I'd mindlessly crack open a beer and turn on the TV, phone in hand because without these things, my thoughts might have room to breathe.įor the past six Januaries, I’ve cut out alcohol for the entire month in an attempt to find some focus in a world that does its best to keep me off balance, as well as to detox from the excesses of December. Squeak, I'd log off and stared into the fridge like it held all the answers the Internet didn’t. Squeak, I'd scroll Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Twitter again. Squeak, I'd log into Slack and face the emails barraging my inbox. Then I'd drag myself out of bed to stumble through my waking hours like a hamster on a rickety wheel to nowhere.
I'd roll over in bed every morning to blearily grab my phone and begin scrolling through news alerts to see what catastrophe had arisen while I slept, my brain still digesting the previous emergency du jour. Forced mostly indoors by the COVID-19 pandemic, many of my days in 2020 looked the same.
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