I have a confession to make. I broke my own comfort challenge on Friday night and I had a couple of beers and a glass of wine. My comfort challenge involved not drinking alcohol or caffeine for the month of July. Here’s how it happened.
I wrote last week about my friend who has been in the Middle East for work. Well, he has just come back to Australia to pack up the rest of the house. He is here for a week, and then he and his family are back off to Kuwait for a few years at least. We were lucky enough to host them for dinner on Friday night, as they rush around trying to fit in all of their friends for a last visit before racing back to the sand and oil of the middle east.
We had been talking about catching up for a few months, and about how we would enjoy a beer together when he got back. It just so happens that Kuwait is a ‘dry’ country. You are not allowed to consume or carry alcohol there at all. I hadn’t remembered my mate when I took on the comfort challenge for July, as he had supposed to have been back in Oz about a month beforehand. So, when he rang to organise the catch up, it dawned on me that the ‘said beer’ we were going to have would now not eventuate unless I was to break my own challenge.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t need to have a beer to have a good time. I can just as easily have a good time without the need to consume any alcohol at all. Up until Friday night I was planning on not drinking at all. I even put it to the vote on facebook/twitter – should I have a beer or not.. answers were all yes! Only got one no. So why did I do it? It certainly wasn’t to get drunk. I didn’t even get close to being drunk. Pure and simply, I decided to share a beer with a mate because it was going to be the last time I was going to see him for a very long time.
I also decided that if I was going to break my challenge, then there had to be a price to pay. So, before I had even cracked the first beer, I committed to making a donation to charity. I figured that if I was going to have a beer, that some good had to come out of it. I recently heard about a great charity that gives away waterproof swags to the homeless in order to allow them to get a dry and warm night’s sleep. I committed to making a big enough donation to buy two of these swag packs.
It was great to catch up with my mate and his wife. My beautiful wife made a fantastic dinner and we had a great night. The next morning I made my donation as promised. But, here’s the thing… I feel like I have failed myself somewhat. I can easily justify it. No harm done to anyone, I had a great night and a couple of friendly beers with my mate who I am not going to see for a long time, and some greater good came out of it.
However, I didn’t do what I said I was going to do. Although it was only a few beers for that one night (I went to a function on the Saturday night and I drank lemonade, even though other’s said I had broken my challenge so there was no point anymore), I still feel a sense that I have failed myself. I am not going to dwell on it though. I will finish the challenge and enjoy a guilt free beer at the end of July.
My other mate rang me and reckons I need to get on the Harley in the bottomless chaps to pay penance. For the sake of my self dignity and a bashing from a few Bikers, I have politely declined. He seems insistent… not sure where he is going with that!
Have a great week!
PS, The charity I donated to was ‘Swags for the Homeless’ https://www.givenow.com.au/swagsforhomeless. I fully encourage you all to make a donation, no matter how small. I was walking after dinner a few weeks ago on a cold and rainy night and I remember saying to my wife how horrible it wou to be homeless in this sort of weather. I heard of this charity and realised I could do something about it in a practical way.