An interesting phenomenon is happening in my home. Being my first holiday season sober, I am realizing how many habits I had that included a wine glass. It really didn’t matter what was inside the wine glass, but there was something about that glass that pulled on me.
Decorating the house for Christmas. I always waited till 4 or 5 pm to begin, so that I could have a nice glass of wine with me, along with the holiday music of course. This year, I decorated in the morning and it felt very odd. I still had the music, and I filled a regular drinking glass with orange juice. Something was “off.” Yesterday I was cooking dinner and found myself longing for that wine glass (not the alcohol, just the glass). I had some leftover sparkling grape juice from Thanksgiving, so I poured the rest of it into a stemless chardonney glass. It looked like chardonney, and it almost reached the top (which was a typical pour for me). I looked at it for a long time. It looked so familiar. It tasted awful…like the boxed wine I used to pour. I sipped on it while I cooked…remembering. It felt comforting, and took the edge off. It didn’t matter that there was no alcohol in the glass. It was just about the glass. Interesting.
I don’t want to be one of those sober people that drinks AF liquid in a wine glass just to fit in. No…the wine glass has to go. That habit needs to go. It’s weird.