Mornings are a period of mental clarity and stillness that gradually jaggs up with the bumble of the day. It's when I think and work the best. Sacrificing the value of a clear morning of reflection and focused work in exchange for simulated enjoyment in the delusion of alcohol the night before is absurd! I cut back on alcohol a year ago and since February I've only drank 4 times. While socializing sober, I began to see patterns in the relationship with alcohol of people around me, morphing in slipped bursts into the repressed versions of themselves and into a deluded self-aggrandized image of reality. Beyond the physical unfitness that follows the opportunity cost of miss-allocated time, I see friends who are emotionally lonely but crutched and held back from doing work of self-betterment by the veil of substances.
I do appreciate the pleasure of an earthly glass of wine and the hedonics of a wicked party, so I think I'll hold on to my sunrises for special or epic occasions.
