Remembering Wine o'Clock

Wine o’Clock

I remember how it felt

I remember how I always felt overwhelmed and unappreciated

I felt like everything was a bit off and I couldn’t quite catch up

So I’d punctuate the end of my day with just one glass ….Trying to find that sweet spot of calm.. It’s Me Time … It’s Wine o’Clock!

But someone would always interrupt

And then I’d need another and another until the bottle was empty

Just one more I’d say as I ran out for a second bottle

But I never found that sweet spot, not until I finally accepted that what was in that bottle was sour for me

And the day I put a cork in it was the day that I started to live in that sweet spot

That sweet spot turned out to be about knowing myself, setting my boundries, loving myself completely … giving myself a chance to simply be

But I had to get Un-pickled before I could start to sweeten up

Every sober sunrise is a gift

Give yourself that gift

Boozemusings