Yesterday I was so tired, I some how time travelled back to day 54. It was actually day 64, those 10 days make all the difference.
Today BB and I have met another lovely mum and baby for a socially distanced park picnic.
At first I was a little nervous due to the restrictions, however, we set up our picnic blankets 2 metres apart and chatted easily whilst the babies played with their toys. I had a lovely time and was so happy when she texted asking to do it again (weather permitting) in 2 weeks time. I’m hoping I’m starting to crack the mum friendship thing.
In other news, there’s a guy I sort of struck up an acquaintance with about 4 years ago. I’d always see him out walking his dog when running and some how over head nods, we started stopping and having a quick catch up, whilst I stroked his gorgeous dog. About 2 years ago we started following each other on instagram and apart from a month ago when I bumped into him over the fields I hadn’t really seen him. I presumed it was because I was running less, or exercising at different times. But to be honest I hadn’t really given it any thought.
Yesterday he posted on instagram to say he was 8 months sober. He detailed his journey to this point, a spiralled down fall and hospital stay, the previous attempts to quit and his secret sober recovery account. I had no idea he was struggling with addiction, he always seemed so upbeat and well… sober when walking the dog. 8 months is the longest he’d ever done.
I emailed him to say congratulations, but everything I wrote to him seems so inadequate.
It got me thinking how lucky I am. My downfall wasn’t as bad and I was fortunate to catch it just as the wine witch was scratching the surface. He emailed back thanking me for reaching out. He looks amazing now, fresh faced, twinkly eyes, glowing skin so I shared the compliment and told him I’d recently gone sober too.
Later on I shared the news with my hubster (who unfortunately gets to hear every little part of my day). He turned to me and said, that’s what I was trying to tell you on Sunday. You seem more alive, you have your sparkle back.
So I’m thinking, sober sparkle is definitely a thing. Eyes that twinkle in a face that’s alive.