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After Three Beers

I want to be the person that I am after three beers.

After three beers, I am unafraid. I dance without thinking about how I look, without trying to remember what my feet should be doing.

After three beers, I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I stop trying to impress you. I see the world through my own eyes, instead of seeing myself through everyone else’s eyes.

After three beers I talk in ALL CAPS. I laugh from the gut, often. I wan’t to make you laugh too, and I do. I can’t stop smiling.

After three beers, I like myself.

After three beers, I am kind and generous. I will tell you that I believe in you, that I am proud of you, that I am grateful for your friendship.

(Why do I wait until I’m not exactly sober to say what really matters?)

People often ask, “What would you do if you weren’t afraid?”

I don’t know. But I know what I’d do after three beers:

I’d laugh loudly.
I’d like myself.
I’d love well.
I’d dance.

This year, I want to live sober yet uninhibited.

I’m not going to wait until I have alcohol in my blood to be honest.

I’m not going to wait for my favorite addictions to make me brave.

I’m not going to wait until after three beers to be alive.

[ image: T. Hawk ]

published January 12, 2015

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