We are deep into the witching hour (read: kids going bonkers), I spent too many points on snacks, and our house is surrounded by slush, but I’m calling this snow day a great success. Not only because of what I accomplished but to recognize how far I’ve come.
I managed to spend some good quality time with my kids doing games and crafts, and while they were planted in front of a movie I accomplished some house projects that have long been lingering on my to do list (such as organizing our new reclaimed wood shelves in our dining room, pictured here!).
I have also spent some time today reading through some of my posts from Dry January. I remember the first snow day we had that month and how difficult it was for me to even contemplate a snow day without wine. And to be honest, the open bottle of wine in my fridge has been taunting me. But instead of surrendering to it and drinking it, I listened to the Rachel Hart podcast on “What is Enough” and why we are so reluctant to “waste” something even if it’s not good for us.
I am a lot closer to pouring the wine down the drain than I was. And maybe I’ll even do it tonight. The important thing is that now I have an understanding of why I’m so reluctant to “waste” it. And I also understand that if I don’t “waste” it by pouring it down the drain, it will go to waste in my body instead. Why would I want that? What benefit will I get out of drinking the rest of this wine that sent me into a sneezing fit the other night? None! And yet I haven’t poured it out yet. Ugh! But I’m proud of myself for taking this time to contemplate why, and attempt to retrain my brain. I can’t believe how deeply ingrained this notion of not wasting wine is in my head. But I accept it and I will continue to battle it truthfully.