Some times we learn lessons the first time we become aware of them, other times we are forced to repeat the same mistakes until we are given or become aware of the resources we require to truly learn something.
Last night was a night of many lessons, most of them are now lost in the haze of having drank three glasses of prossecco in quick succession, after spending the evening nursing reasonable and regular levels of gin.
Regardless of how reasonable the gin was, I had eaten very little yesterday and the result was inevitable, but thankfully I waited until I got home until that inevitability surfaced. Bleh.
That however comes from another lesson I learned a while ago. If you drink too much too fast, your body might just disagree with your judgement, and in that time, better out than in is a good lesson to learn as you save your body a night of processing alcohol to a silly extreme.
I’m not a big drinker, and it’s because I’m not very good at it. When I was younger I used to think that I was great at it, because I could drink in stupid volumes and still get home at the end of the night. But at some point, after being the one that everyone shakes their heads at, as you lie weeping in the corner (no really, that was a thing) you realise that alcohol to any level of excess impairs not only your rational (what’s that? You need me to help you drink two full bottles of prossecco between 4 before we leave in five minutes. Well, why wouldn’t that be a good idea!) but it turns me into a version of myself I really don’t like.
It emphasises all of my most negative qualities, and for some reason turns me into a weepy version of Liberace, actually that one isn’t negative it’s just plain funny. But, I’m often left with the hangover of regret the next day, which is normally worse than the headache or wobbly tummy that the actual hangover has to offer.
I don’t have any regrets from last night however, well not having dinner was a big one, but I got through the evening while still staying very true to myself. I did however think it was a good idea to update my word count on the NaNoWriMo website, which I got wrong by a factor of 10. It would seem for the best part of the evening, I had alluded to having written 7840 words that day, when in fact it was actually 784. I have since rectified this and had to admit defeat and go back to having only managed to write 1998 words so far, however, today as with all others is a brand new day. The mantra, “today is the first day of the rest of your life” is strong today, and it is the mantra with which I will face my first full day of writing.