Day 160: Survived a Week in Mexico (Sober) !

Yeeeeesss ! Coming home at 1:30 am every night, spending evenings listening to crazy free jazz concerts, sitting in the audience sipping tea/water/coke …. My week long vacation in Mexico City was AWESOME !

I am soooo grateful : 

  • To be at a point in my life where “having fun/going out” and “drinking” are no longer synonyms. A few years/months ago it would have been extremely difficult to walk into rooms full of strangers or go out and not have a beer to hold onto for pleasure, courage, company or disinhibition. Now I just feel calm and composed no matter which social situation I find myself in. It feels like swimming, not like jumping into a terrifying pool. In fact, now that I am less anxious, I am even more sociable than I used to be (and I already was). People’s opinions don’t scare me anymore in these types of settings. 
  • To my partner, who doesn’t really drink anymore either, and sipped all that tea/water/coke with me. He was so amazing on stage every night (yes, I’m a complete groupie when it comes to his music. But believe me – it’s soooOooo deep, he’s a prodigy of sorts (no joke) … I fall in love with him every time he plays. Ok, romantic rant over). Long story short: I love that we are on the same page with wanting to experience life without a crutch. Who needs alcohol when music and beauty and connection with others can transport you to other worlds ? 
  • To the Mexican people, for coming up with the gorgeous concept of Agua Frescas (I don’t know if it’s a specifically Mexican invention, but this was my first time hearing about agua de Jamaica, de Horchata, etc. They were DELICIOUS and really turned the boring old nonalcoholic drinks into a real festive treat.
  • To the Mexican people again, for liking super watery beers which I kind of hated anyway so I didn’t feel like I was missing out on much on the beer front. 
  • To the Mexican people in general. Just because. They’re so warm and kind and created a generous, safe atmosphere in which I never really even felt the desire to drink. Once again, I am surprised by how little people drink compared to what I used to imagine they did (or compared to the people I used to spend my time with). It’s been months since I have spent any real time with a *drunk* person. It’s like all those drunken nocturnal friends have disappeared into the night and vanished. They used to be everywhere, and I used to be one of them 🙂 Now I go to sleep earlier, and when I do stay out late, people are weirdly sober (or reasonable drinkers) and I don’t know where all the really drunk people are anymore. Even all these intense crazy late-nighter musicians don’t really seem to drink much. What used to be the norm for me has become the exception.

Long story short, we had a beautiful time. I met so many beautiful people, with such deep souls and such a powerful, intense history, such sensitive aesthetics, such acute political and social awareness, and such big hearts… it made me want to move to Mexico 🙂 

The down side of this whole “victorious” post is that one afternoon I smoked a cigarette. So did my boyfriend. We did it together: we bought two single cigs on the street and “mindfully” (LOL buuuuuullshit) smoked them while drinking this traditional cocoa drink at a cafe terrace. It was like a strange ritual, I don’t know what got into us. But I retrospectively regret doing it because it opened up the addiction door again for me and woke the cigarette monster – I should have refrained. I must remember to stand my ground and not use other people to justify my addictive behaviors). HOWEVER, I am trying my best to not let black and white thinking lead me back to smoking a pack a day. That’s the other side of addictive thinking that I am trying to let go of now that my daily life has changed. It used to be “I slipped = I suck = I must go all the way and fuck up completely”. Now that I have a bit more experience with “renunciation” -as the buddhists say-, I can push back: “Hell no ! It happened. What is done is done. It’s in the past. It doesn’t need impact the future. Now I dust myself off and keep going like I was before. End of story”. I hope I live up to my standards lol. But the “Never take another puff” people are right: this dopamine shit fucks you uuuuuup so fast. Sorry for the swear words 🙂 

What I get from this little trip abroad (apart from the joy at having discovered a new slice of the world, and the relief at having relaxed for a bit from the PhD work) is that it really feels incredible to have arrived to the point where I prefer not drinking over drinking most of the time. Yes: Most of the time. It’s been 5 months and 6 days, and I still get the occasional IPA craving. But then it passes. The real blessing is this “uuurgh, actually, no thanks… I have no desire to feel the hazy sloppiness of inebriation, thank you very much” feeling, which pops up whenever I imagine what it would be like to down a pint or three. It’s a life changer, this feeling. Like an antidote to cravings. It’s not a “thou shalt not drink” command that you impose upon yourself. It’s a FEELING of quasi-repulsion that comes from the body. For me, that makes ALL the difference. It’s physical, natural – not imposed by reason. A sense of “been there, done that, not really interested anymore”. During the early days/weeks of sobriety I didn’t feel this yet. It was mostly intellect and willpower dictating the rules, while I did my best to navigate the frustration of quitting and the feelings of deprivation/ emotional rollercoaster of living life without a filter. But now there is nothing much to fight or resist. I can do what I feel like, and I feel like staying clear headed. Staying present with what is. Staying here, now. I PREFER this clarity, not because I should but because it FEELS better. This is a true revolution/revelation in my mode of being in the world. I hope this feeling sticks around and helps me strengthen what once was a “resolution” and gradually morphed into a new way of life. 

(Aaaaand if the cravings hit too hard, I know I always have the nonalcoholic IPAs that I can try if I really miss the taste. But I still haven’t tried any, so that must mean something). 

Ok voila, that’s all folks.

Hang in there! 



Published by nomorebeer

Learning how sobriety helps you ENJOY life.

24 thoughts on “Day 160: Survived a Week in Mexico (Sober) !

  1. Yes! Preferring clarity because it FEELS better. I love it. It is such a different experience, traveling when sober. There might be some flighty emotions here and there, but you feel like you’re really taking in and participating in the sights and experiences of a new place! Glad you had a great time!

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    1. Yeeeeeessss, it’s crazy ! I am still not feeling like I understand or control anything, but I a trying my best to et go and not overthink things too much. And most of all, not project too far into the future. xxx Anne

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  2. Another fabulous post… Anne, you are spiritually on FIRE!!!!! 🌟🌟🌟 just loved so much about this, the gratitude, the “mindfully smoked/bulllllshit” cigarette, the swearing, the apologies for the swearing, the photos (who are the people btw? 🧐😍), the details, the generals. Just loved it all. Thanks for sharing this joyfully sober holiday with us. Much love ❤️xoxoxo Nadine

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