The merry go round that was 2014 is finally slowing down and I feel like it might now be going slowly enough for me to step off. The only problem with that is, I just know that within five minutes of being back on solid ground I will be looking for excitement and change. That’s why I have decided to go on another adventure starting tomorrow, 1st of January 2015.
Options for this particular trip are severely limited by a lack of money, the need to find a job and the desire not to actually travel anywhere far from home. I’m quite surprised by how much I have enjoyed making a home again after so much constant movement and I have no desire to spend January on the road. So, to sum up; I need something challenging to do that will take me somewhere I haven’t been before, or at least not since my early twenties, something that will stretch me and something that might teach me something about myself. It needs to be compatible with job hunting and enjoying our new home and I think I have got it.
You see I can’t remember the last time that I went more than a few days without a glass of wine, a pint of beer or some form of alcoholic drink so I thought it might be interesting to see what a month of abstinence feels like. That’s right I am going tea-total for the whole month just to see if I can.
I’m trying desperately hard to avoid phrase like that actually. “just to see if I can”, I mean. I’ve spent the last few days muttering, “give it a go”, “see if I can” and “I’m going to try….”. Now it’s time to stick my neck out with the much more committed; “I’m going tea-total in January just because I can”. Phew, sounds a bit scary put like that but having decided to go public with this there is little point in it unless I’m 100% determined to go through with it.
I am now well and truly set up to fall flat on my face. So be it, bring it on. It’s only pride.
If anything interesting comes out of the experiment I’ll write about it here. I’ll try to see the funny side and resist boring you with endless self pity (from the bottom of a pint glass) or patronising self-righteousness. If nothing else it will be an interesting personal record to look back on over a glass or two of red in February.
So, seven hours to go. Time to make a dent on what is left of the Christmas booze and put what ever is left at midnight somewhere out of temptations way. Mind you, with a great pub just fifty yards from our new home it’s going to take more than kidding myself to succeed in this little venture. I’ve tried hard to come up with a catchy little phrase for a dry January but with “Cranberry in January” being the best I have managed I’m open to wittier and more poetic suggestions.
If anybody fancies coming along for the ride you will be most welcome to join in via the comments sections at the end of each post. No cheating though.