Writing Through the Hangover

One word at a time.

Photo by Sander Sammy on Unsplash

I’ve never written on a Sunday before.

But here I am, keeping my word to write every day, no matter the cost.

Hungover AF after two glasses of wine. Clearly, I’m no longer a young man. More interestingly, I’ve lost all appetite for binge drinking. Or drinking at all, really. Anyway, I digress.

The point is, even with this raging hangover, a 2 AM sleep time, a two-hour drive to the nearby lavender farm (gorgeous, by the way), and a big football match kicking off shortly, I still feel the absolute urge to write. Maybe it’s not so much the urge as it is the dedication. I’ve never done this before. Never followed through on any of my flamboyant endeavors. But this small victory feels like progress. However infinitesimal.

I woke up with my head pounding, my body aching, and every fiber of my being screaming for more sleep. But instead of giving in, I dragged myself out of bed, brewed a strong coffee, and sat down at my desk. The urge to skip today was strong, but the commitment was stronger.

Driving to the lavender farm was a challenge. The scenic route was a blur, my mind foggy, but the beauty of the fields was undeniable. It reminded me why I push through days like these. The simple joys, the unexpected moments of beauty, they make the…