Have you had wine yet?
I’ve gotten this question a lot over the past week. And it makes perfect sense. After all, I chose to go public with my yearlong dip into the dry life and I chose to write a borderline-preachy post about reaching my goal. Of course people are going to want to know what’s happened since my project ended.
The answer is yes. Yes, I’ve had wine. And having it again was honestly not at all what I expected. I’m not sure what I expected really. There were no fireworks, no hangovers, no epiphanies. My first sips were neither amazing nor awful but somewhere between the two and now I find myself very thoughtful about what my Year Without Wine will ultimately mean for me. Will my separation from Pinot lead to a full-on divorce? Possibly. Will we get to know each other again, Pinot and me? Perhaps. I’m not so sure. And I’ve decided this is okay, this business of not-so-sureness.
What I want to know is whether this is something I should continue to process here, whether you guys care to hear more. Part of me thinks I’ve now spent an entire calendar year musing on the topic and it’s getting a bit tiresome. Another part of me (oh the endless parts!), perhaps a more profound part, thinks I am just now getting started, that this is really when things will get interesting and illuminating, as I move from the blacks-and-whites of abstention to the glorious grays of I-don’t-know-maybe-so.
What do you all think?