To drink like a superstar, one must have some superstar talent
- Me, 2013.
But more on that later in the post.
I decided a few days ago that that day would be the first of the rest of my life.
Fundamentally, this path is not new to me. Though, this time it's travel will be slightly different.
Because of circumstance (that is, the government shutdown), free time has been recently plentiful. To fill this void, the local bookstore has become a refuge; a place where I have dedicated vigorous effort to mastering the most challenging section of the Law School Admissions Test, its "logic games".
My motivation: a wonderful image of being wrapped deep in scholarly study, awash in the California sun, the brisk breeze of the Pacific brushing over me while pursuing my Juris Doctorate at Pepperdine.
This was a thought interrupted by a notion equally as wistful.
Between now and then, there is so much more that I could be doing.
Like, achieving the physical conditioning I once had. Having just invested a monetary sum I'd rather not describe on badly needed orthodontic care, I desire the rest of my body to be at least worthy of the same.
Maybe run some races. Find a rec-basketball league.
So many fascinating places are within a day's trip of my current residence. Failing to visit while I live here now is a regret I'd rather not forever have.
And I am long overdue for that North Dakota vacation that I have been consistently promising to myself.
I have fascination with reading, meditation, and self-discovery.
In short, I can have the life I want. A little bit of it now, and after reentering and completing school, a lot of it later.
Which harks back to the quote I coined at the beginning of this post.
The world embraces some - say, Morrison, Hemingway, Vonnegut - showering them with success, despite their enormous imbibing because they offered equally enormous skill in some other field.
Relative to theirs, my talent, of course, is far more moderate. The extent to which it can overshadow my flaws is limited.
For a couple of years, I abstained from alcohol. Then I drank again. A lot and regularly. Eventually, I tamed. Ultimately, drinking became solely a Saturday thing.
The issue has been the significance I placed on that one day a week. I anticipated drinking all week, and then sacrificed anything else for its sake.
Drinking remained a bugaboo, damaging my:
Two of which are very important to me.
My past personal prohibition from alcohol was a mission mostly to prove something to me. Since then, I have unfortunately discovered the very boundary of my tolerance. Which is to say that, now, I have nothing to prove.
This new path I am choosing is the middle way.
Beer should be but an accoutrement to all those activities described above.
I look forward to knocking a few back with the Pops. In November, I certainly intend to bash a few brews with the bros in Florida. I won't hate myself for occasionally visiting a preferred pub.
But, it's time to build my savings and my body. See my little corner of the world. Do the things I do now better. And be prepared to be the best at the things I'll do in the future.
Another thought interrupts me, echoing.
And, this is it, essentially: there is more to life than this.
P.S. For those unfamiliar with the reference in this entry's title, it is a tribute to this excellent song: