“First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
Oh heeeeeey! Didn’t see you there. Have you been waiting long?
Ok, I know, I know. It’s been a long time since my last blog… again. It’s been a pretty hectic year for me, even though I’ve been somewhat silent online. Album 2 is coming along amazingly and is definitely going to be a piece of work that we’ll be proud of for years to come. I can’t wait for you all to hear it.
That’s not what this post is about. The truth is, I have made a commitment to something pretty important and I’d like to use this forum to make my commitment public so that I can hold myself accountable.
For those of you that know me, you’ll know full well that I’m an individual who enjoys to – for lack of a better word – #partylikeits1999. I’m a really social person, and I loooooves me a drink and a good time. I don’t drink all the time, but when I DO drink, I go hell for leather… which is just a clever way of saying I drink a LOT, very fast. It’s not uncommon for me to start the night out with the innocent intention of having one or two glasses of wine with dinner – cut to 7am the next morning – I’m at a mate’s place opening my 10,987th beer, hell bent on continuing the good vibes with one or two other people I’ve only just met. It’s something I’ve always done. Being spontaneous comes with my line of work, and so I’ve used it as an excuse to live my life in the moment more than anyone else I know. As such, I’ve always made it my business to wring every last possible “moment to live in” out of my evenings. I purposely burn the candle at both ends so that I can bask euphorically in the gorgeous light that it gives.
“BUT THAT’S OK GEORGE, WE ALL GET A LITTLE LOOSE SOMETIMES. YOU’RE IN A BAND AFTER ALL!”
I appreciate the support guys, but the problem is that I can now say that it’s gotten to a point where I’m starting to get a little scared of my behaviour… On more than one occasion now, I haven’t been able to remember how/when I got home, who I spoke to, what I did in the final few hours of the night, why my mouth tastes like a wet ashtray filled with dog shit, etc. I’ve woken up in fire escapes of random buildings. I’ve had paramedics called to come revive me after a festival we did in the middle of regional NSW. One time I even woke up in a skyscraper’s construction site. Yeah. A fully fledged, fair dinkum, LOCKED construction site! It took me about an hour to figure out how the hell to get out of a locked construction site, so God only knows how I found my way in. Ok, that’s enough – I’m no doubt scaring the bejeezus out of my mother. But seriously, I’ve been told stories about the things I’ve said, or how I’ve behaved when I’m intoxicated and it just doesn’t sound like me anymore. I’m at a point now where it’s no longer “cool” or “fun”. It’s now “messy” and “scary” for both myself, and the people who are closest to me, and it’s the kind of behaviour that I’m not prepared to put them through anymore.
“VERY WELL GEORGE… SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!”
Well, up until now I’ve always been like,¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But now, I’m totally like, ╚(ಠ_ಠ)=┐
Ok, I don’t know what that second face means – but he totally looks like he’s ready to make a change. I’m deciding to heed the age old advice that actions speak louder than words, so commening on Friday the 12th of August, until my birthday on Sunday the 23rd of October, I HEREBY COMMIT MYSELF TO SOBRIETY! And guess what? You’re all here to witness it and hold me accountable! Yayyyy for accountability!
Now I know what you’re thinking…
“BUT GEORGE, THAT’S NOT EVEN THREE MONTHS!”
I know, I know. But shuddupayaface. That’s longer than I’ve ever gone without alcohol since I turned 18 (10 years ago!), so that’s a HUGE step for me. We’ve all got to start somewhere, right? Besides, who doesn’t want to be able to have a beer on their 29th birthday?! It’s the last time I’ll ever be turning twenty something!
Let me be clear. I don’t want to quit drinking for good, I’ve still got plenty of life left to live and my candle isn’t out of wax just yet- I just want to be able to control myself better. I’m one of those people where one drink is too many, but a hundred isn’t enough. So I’m making it my goal to re-learn what it means to have a good time without booze. I want to be able to go to all my social events, all the parties, all the festivals and remember what it was like to enjoy the atmosphere and everybody’s company for what it really is – not the warped perception that I’ve been viewing through the bottom of a glass. So I’ll be using the next eleven weeks to learn how to love sobriety, and hopefully I’ll be able to come back knowing how and when to call it quits.
As a double bonus, I’m also going to be doing my best to get… wait for it… FIT AND HEALTHY…. Yeeeeesh that was hard to type, but now that I have, it’s out there for the world to see, and I’m going to commit to it. For the first time in a long time (and this bit is important), I actually want to get myself to a point where I can truly say I’m proud of my mind, body and spirit – to be mentally and physically ready for what is bound to be an exciting and unpredictable few years as the release of our second album crests the horizon.
Anyways, wish me luck! Thanks so much for reading and for allowing me to use you all as a mass reason to keep my word to myself and those around me.
Now that you all know, I promise not to let you down.