To my surprise, like so many of the best things that happen in our lives, my decision to give up alcohol forever didn’t come about the way I thought it would. I used to believe I could hate myself into changing, berate myself into making better choices. I thought if I spent enough time criticizing myself for every single bit of not-so-great behavior that I would eventually cave to the pressure and do better.
But it turns out self-loathing is never enough to make the fundamental shifts. It takes love. Lots and lots and lots of love. And you better buckle up, because it ain’t gonna be as easy as it sounds.
Ready to step up and live in love 💛 and light 💡? Let’s go!
P.S. The picture above was taken of me six months after I quit drinking finally and forever. I was cycling through the Gap of Dunloe in County Kerry, Ireland. On that trip I covered 1,000 miles along Ireland’s rugged, often unforgiving, Wild Atlantic Way . . . on my own. (Except for the few miles I rode with the guy who took the photo.) Turning to love opens more doors to adventure and beauty than you might imagine!