I met this girl quite by accident many years ago. She was a friend of a friend of someone else’s friend. It was one of those freak meetings where you think, ‘oh, you’re going to be my new best friend.’ You quickly make catch up plans for the following week to check that she is, in fact, the missing piece of your friendship puzzle.
We had coffee and our connection was deep and instant. She became a friend from afar whom circles back into my life for sushi dates and generous heart to hearts.
She mentioned to me on one of our dates that she’d been sober for two years and had met a mutual colleague of ours at AA as I’d just finished a glass of wine. Our catch-ups were mostly brunch, however this was a weekend sunset affair. Her reasons for quitting drinking are hers and I wish to honour that by not detailing the events that led to her sobriety. Instead, I want to share with you my thoughts.
In that moment I thought to myself, wow, what an extraordinary accomplishment. It sat with me for days. Imagine being able to say that you hadn’t had a drink for two years. Talk about #lifegoals. This chick was a sassy young professional in a powerful corporate position. She had access to all the free champagne in the world and somehow had found something bigger than all of that. What a discovery. What an achievement. What had she found?
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At that point, the closest I had come to parting with my poison was a Dry July (followed by a very wet August). I really only drank on the weekends anyway. This was a number of years ago.