Celebrating Birthdays Sober -The Real Boring Truth
No more all-night ragers, but no more tears.
I’m a big birthday celebrator. Every year I would plan a big bash for my birthday. Parties, kegs, slip-n-slides, wine tastings, sushi dinners, barb-e-ques, kayaking trips, jello shots, pudding shots… all the shots. You get the drift.
Since I quit drinking in 2020, I haven’t had the energy to plan such extravagant parties anymore. My birthdays have been much low-key than ever before.
I tried getting together with a few friends on one of their boats in 2021, but it turned into everyone else drinking and me making awkward small talk with a random guy that was invited via my friend’s Bumble match.
It wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time.
I cried when I got home — ugly cried. I cried because I had to grieve, yet another fucking thing I loved doing. I had to grieve because my friends wanted to drink more than they wanted to hang out with me. I had to grieve that the part of my life of throwing ragers was over.
And, it may seem like a silly thing to cry over. But, if there’s one thing I know for certain: the first couple years of sobriety are full of tears over shit you never realized you cared about.
And the grief over losing parts of your identity is real.
I’ve found that since I quit drinking I’ve become much more introverted than I was before. I seem to have morphed into almost an entirely different person (not for better or worse — just different). Was drinking the only reason I was extroverted before?
I turned 38 yesterday and I was showered with love from friends and family. I was given a few small gifts and a bunch of kind words. I visited with my mom and ate homemade cheesecake, and geeked out over a new hose from my dad (I’m a garden geek).
It was lovely and….
Boring.
Gasp! Oh NO! She said boring.. she’s going to turn to the bottle!
I can assure you, I will not. But, I want to know what the hell is wrong with boring?
As I’ve stated before, my old idea of boring is now my idea of peace. I stand by that statement with my whole heart. I would rather have a peaceful birthday over one where I end up crying.
I’m thinking I might do something more for #39 next June. But, I know for sure, it’s not going to revolve around watching people drink themselves stupid in “honor of my birth.”
And if eating a cheesecake and staying home with a couple of people I love is lame, well then I’m the lamest.
Sobriety has taught me that being “selfish” is okay. Wanting my birthday to actually be about me, is not a bad thing. And, it has taught me that I am allowed to not want to be around alcohol on my birthday.
If everyone else can’t celebrate me without drinking for a few hours, then they don’t have to come. And that’s perfectly okay.
You can still party on your birthday without booze. You’ll remember everything the next day and you won’t be celebrating by feeling like death on the day of your birth.
I think for next year, I’m going to plan a trip. I might go solo or invite a couple of friends, but either way… it’ll be epic in my own way.
And… I’ll remember the whole thing. 🎉