You’d think having it all would make life effortless. It’s funny how wrong that is. For years, I chased the "high", drinking, partying, and you add the rest, because why not? When you’ve got success, money, and all the freedom in the world, shouldn’t you indulge?
But at some point, it all starts feeling hollow. I remember sitting with a drink in my hand, surrounded by people, and thinking: is this really fun?
And the answer was a solid “No.”
A few months ago, I gave up drinking. Not because of some major life event, and certainly not because of religion (though everyone likes to assume).
It just hit me, what if I could have fun without “having fun”? What if life could be enjoyable in the boring moments? I started getting obsessed with the idea of becoming ridiculously regimented. I’m talking schedules down to the minute. 7:46 a.m., coffee. 8:01, gym. Everything planned.
It sounded insane at first, even to me. But after trying it, the satisfaction was unreal. I started producing more, getting healthier, and felt more at peace with myself. The high wasn’t gone, it had just shifted. There’s something deeply gratifying about mastering control over your life. I realized, I don’t miss the late nights or the drinks. I miss nothing about the chaos.
What I’ve got now is better, even though it seems less glamorous.