Wine IS nice. Beer IS nice. Wine AND beer ARE nice.
Wine IS nice. Beer IS nice. Wine AND beer ARE nice. Thank goodness blogging is not writing essays. I would get red marks throughout. Writing your own personal account into a blog reflects your personality and the way you speak. I am trying to avoid too much self-criticism as I am my own worst critic. But, let's be honest, I have the linguistic skills of a 3 year old. I barely speak English anymore and I am full on American-if we can even define what that is. I wonder if it is the constant pickling of my brain I experienced in the past 20 years from tequila and sparkling wine, or is it just what happens when you stop writing?
I wish I was the variety of person that has organized thought. You know the blogger...they're the same people that can write a book. They're authors. They will type out their thoughts, wait a day or two, reread, proofread, delete/add, correct errors. Me-I am a poster. I write then I post. There is no proofreading. There is no objectivity into whether or not I am posting something that might be offensive, inappropriate, or just plain uninteresting. There is no reflecting on anything thing between point A to Z. Write, then post.
This is my downfall. I am someone into immediate gratification. I drank this way, too-with reckless abandon. I immediately wanted to feel the effects of the alcohol so I never paused between glasses. I drank another immediately after the first. There was no glass of water in between glasses of wine. If a waiter did not return fast enough, I would get frustrated because it paused my alphabet song. I could not get to Z fast enough. I never evaluated what others were drinking around me. Apparently, most were enjoying the B, C, D....Y's of life.
At day 165 of my sobriety journey. I am looking for less immediate gratification. I am learning to like the other letters in the alphabet. I am learning to like the journey. And, I am learning English again, and I am doing very good or well. One of those.