Holiday Cheer Without the Cheers

The holiday season is upon us once again, and with it comes a mix of emotions. For many it is a time of great joy and celebration— families travel far and wide to celebrate together, co-workers join together for office parties, friends come together for a little “bubbly”. At the center of most of these celebrations is alcohol, for after all it is a time to “let your hair down” , loosen-up, relax.

For others the holiday season is palpably anxiety-ridden, frightening. How well I remember my first Christmas after I got sober. How nervous was I to attend any party, even a family gathering. It was December, 1997. I had been sober for eight months. Memories of that first sip of champagne, the feeling it gave me as it ran through my veins, came over me.  Oh how I loved the way champagne made me feel, at least the first couple of glasses—confident, giddy, seemingly happy. But that first sip turned into another and another…and one day I landed in rehab. So that first holiday season of sobriety was frightful! But I was determined not to take a drink. I avoided parties, lunches where friends would have a glass of wine, etc., etc. I made commitments to myself I continue to adhere to. Over time celebrations became easier and easier to attend. But I will always remain vigilant—I could relapse at any moment, just as anyone else can.

The holidays today are more joyful than ever!  I have my family, my friends, my life! God’s grace is so good. If you are as frightened as I was that first holiday remember you are not alone, remember you CAN do it, one day at a time!

A very joyful , sober holiday to all!

Grateful

Several weeks ago I had the wonderful opportunity to spend a few days in Boston to do a TV interview and several radio interviews for “Smell the Raindrops”. The weather could not have been more idyllic—perfect autumn foliage and crisp air—the smell, the colors, the frigidity, brought back many fond memories of my college days.

My dear college friend, Mark, who has been such an advocate and cheerleader for “Smell the Raindrops”, put together a dinner with friends of his who were touched by my book and wanted to meet me. I was truly honored by this. But the truth is I was the lucky, grateful one. They each had a story, some such tragedies that I cannot imagine having to live through. Two have beaten cancer twice, and now give back by volunteering their time with cancer patients. Their eyes exude gratefulness and joy for life. One lost both her sisters at early ages, and today puts on an annual event in their memory. One is an exceptional artist who, I hope with my encouragement, will get the confidence to exhibit her profound, thought-provoking works.

We all have a story. We can all learn from one another. We can all learn to love more. It is never too late.