Every Line is a Bit like Sipping Fine Wine – Perhaps?

I’ve never had alcohol; ever. I don’t think I’m worse off or better than those who have indulged or still do. No, there’s no particular reason why I haven’t. I’ve just never felt the urge to sample it, or any drugs for that matter. It’s a thing, I guess; my thing. Have I thought about what it would be like if I tried it? Yes, sometimes. But I never felt like I was missing out on something if I didn’t. I have used it (mostly wine, sometimes a little rum, or vodka) as an ingredient when mixing the batter for my fruit cake. That was strictly for flavor, however, so not enough to be potent. I usually don’t discuss it because I like to avoid evoking the misconception that I’m some sort of high and mighty Miss PrissyJ. I’m a simple person with the complex psyche of an artist. Writing is my indulgence. It’s how I unwind and let go. It’s how I exorcise my personal demons. It’s my platform for advocating for what I believe in, and those I support. It’s my quiet space in the center of the noise of all the demands and frustrations of everyday life – like a deep tissue massage at the end of a long day. It’s the kick in the butt I may need to transcend the doldrums of anxiety and take the reins of courage to keep pressing forward. It’s a ‘gift’ for which I am eternally thankful.

I imagine that for some a glass of wine or two and some poetry is the perfect elixir for melting away stress, or the aphrodisiac that unleashes their phenomenal creativity. Others just like the taste, or that it allows them to retreat to a comfortable place where they can relax and unlock their thoughts or feelings.

Writing and drinking can be mutually soothing and intoxicating. Balance is important. Drinking too much alcohol can be disastrous. Writers need to take a break too to avoid burnout, regroup, and effectively manage their time. We need to be able to take our eyes off the computer screen and delve back into the world of family and responsibilities and all that comes with those, albeit reluctantly.

Will I ever take a sip? I’m not clairvoyant, so I don’t know what the future holds. I only know I never want to stop writing. And, I’ll write (for those of my dear friends who do, you can sip) to that. Peace & Love!

Feel free to leave your comments…I’m very open-minded and not easily offended.


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