Libation or liberation? It is a choice
I’d been so looking forward to that particular glass, after 10 excruciating days at a meditation retreat where there had been no speaking, no sleeping in, and not so much as a whiff of anything stronger than tea.
My partner and I raced home afterwards to celebrate. We raised our glasses in happy anticipation, then almost spat out the beer. It tasted vile, and we felt quite ill.
What the hell, we said. Let’s see what happens if we don’t have any more.
And that’s how easy it was to stop drinking