I'm quitting drinking.
I came to the conclusion this morning after breakfast with a friend, that I'm going to quit drinking. I can only think of a handful of days in the last 10 years that I went without a drink, and I'm not even close to old enough to have been on 10 year bender.
For some reason in middle of the conversation this morning my mind took stock of my life, and what's been wasted in terms of money, productivity, social interaction, romance, etc.. The aftermath of stupid things said and done while intoxicated just flashed all at once. I believe I had what alcoholics/addicts call a moment of clarity.
It's not that I have a bad life. I'm reasonably well off for someone as young as I am. Hell, I do better than my post-graduate degree holding friend, with whom I was having breakfast. My indulgences haven't destroyed my life, but the negative impact it's had is simply more than I find acceptable, and I feel that I will spend a long time recovering from the damage I've caused myself, if I'm able to at all.
I can't unring the bell, but I can damn sure put the fucking mallet down.