What happened when I stopped drinking
This is a sentence I never imagined writing.
Ever since I graduated college, I've enjoyed a drink or two or ten.
I remember living with my boys in a shitty apartment in Atlanta and easily clearing a 1L handle of Bulleit Bourbon or Tito's or Jameson on a weekly basis.
I'd pass out on a school night, drink in hand. Tbh, I definitely had a problem but didn't really know (or care) at the time.
It wasn't that I just liked getting drunk, I genuinely loved alcohol. Beer, wine, liquor in almost every variation and form – I truly enjoyed it. I appreciated the craft and the art of it all.
My drink of choice has and forever will be the dirtiest fucking martini in my vicinity. I'll also take a shitty shot and cheap beer. I'll knock back a few bottles of natty wine. I'll clear several bottles of soju. And I'll love every minute of it.
So it's to my utter surprise that on February 19, 2025, I stopped drinking. Cold turkey.
I didn't stop because I thought I had a problem or because I was "sober curious". I stopped because I heard that the health of sperm can impact both the health of the baby and mom during pregnancy. The health of the sperm being deteriorated by things like alcohol and marijuana. If I were to become a dad, I didn't want to jeopardize my wife or my kid's health just because I like Miller High Life. That was all the reason I needed to stop (for now).
Like I said, it wasn't some grand decision or something I thought about for a long time. I didn't wonder or journal about the potential impact, I just heard a thing, and stopped.
So, I really wasn't prepared for what would come next.
I had always heard stories of people's lives changing in unexpected ways when they quit drinking. People I admire like Kenji Lopez-Alt or my friend Amanda have talked about their battles with alcohol, and how quitting changed their lives, but I never seriously considered it for myself.
I couldn't grasp that stopping a seemingly innocent thing like drinking could have more profound ripple effects. I still don't understand, but I'm definitely experiencing it.
After I quit drinking here are some strange things that have happened:
- Increase in income
- Breakthroughs in my creative practice
- Clarity on identity
- Expanded work opportunities
- Growth in network
I can't definitively say that these things happened because I quit drinking or that they wouldn't have happened if I was still drinking, but I've definitely noticed a shift.
This post is not really to promote sobriety as much as it is an exploration of a metaphysical connection between how my decisions affect my growth.
Overall, I'd characterize this season of not drinking as "expansive". I just feel that there's more for me to learn, experience, and create.
Drinking for me has always been a source of comfort and escape. There's nothing like closing out the week, sitting in my backyard with a few glasses of bourbon.
After I stopped drinking, I didn't have that. In fact, it begged the question, "what do I need comforting from and what am I escaping?"
"Why do I need to numb and quiet my emotions? What am I running from?"
I realized that consciously or not, I've been running from myself. My fears about my life or future or identity. When the week and work quieted down, the questions became louder. I needed to silence them.
Without the ability to quiet them, I had to face them.
In facing them, I've found myself.
I had to raw dog questions like "what if my future work has nothing to do with my past accomplishments?" or "what would happen if I took creative work as seriously as 'business' work?" or "how else can I identify other than as someone who makes money?"
These questions are fucking gnarly. They rub up against the softest spots in my soul. They're questions of worth, masculinity, and hope.
I guess to answer my own question, maybe I've experienced this expansiveness because I've been having to face the brutality of these questions without any reprieve, and to find myself on the other side still alive, functioning, maybe even stronger for it.
Being on the other side of these questions and fears is someone who's uncertain but unblocked. As much fear as I feel, I feel equal amounts of power and self-belief.
It seems silly to me that an ice cold martini or a lukewarm bourbon was the thing standing in the way of all this, but maybe, just maybe it's true?