I thought giving up alcohol for a month would be super simple. #DryJanuary would be this thing I did for a month to have better skin, lose 5 pounds, and save a few bucks. I could tell my mother I’m not as drunk as she thinks I am, wearing around this new badge of honor.
Guys, this shit is so hard.
I am 3 days in, and I’ve realized Donald Trump is still your fucking President (he’s not mine).
And I lost a client today.
My oldest client.
The Claddagh Irish Pub.
The mall raised their rent, so they bailed on this location. We will still work with their other locations, but it’s not the same. I loved the Toledo pub. They were my very first beat-the-pavement client. They were my hometown. They were my hangout pub. They gave me confidence, changed my life and lifestyle, and became some of my best friends.
Even my friends became their friends.
This doesn’t happen very often. Losing clients isn’t really our thing. Long and overbearing relationships are our thing.
My anxiety is out of control.
I want a drink to cope with my new work problem.
You know how they say, in relationships you don’t want to be the one who loves the other one the most? I’m realizing tonight that my relationship with alcohol was more serious than I imagined. I love alcohol more than alcohol loves me.
I’m going to stay strong and pour myself into some Disney Emoji Blitz. Maybe I’ll smoke a joint, but #HighJanuary feels like cheating.
We shall see.