Hello and Happy Monday!
“It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.” Hemingway
I do love a glass of wine (or two) in the evening when Petit Joel is in bed. It relaxes me when I have a million things on my mind. I blog daily and I do have things to share but sometimes I struggle to start or write an article. After I changed my scenery, got comfortable in my office and poured myself a glass of wine, things are a-okay. In New York and when childless, I preferred to totally change my scenery and head with my laptop to a wine bar. There I would order a glass of rosé and type along. After a long day at work, this was just such a nice treat that also reminded me that it is important to do exactly this. Taking myself out for a glass of wine – life simplest and sweetest pleasures.
I was not always into wine. In my teens, I enjoyed Desperados beer at parties but that was it. Wine seemed wrong at that point and strange. Something that classy people drink to get wasted. When I moved to Munich I was crazy into Jazz and hung out in Jazz bars. Everybody drank red wine, so I did, too. And I loved it. Of course, at some points – usually after a breakup, I felt like Rene Zellweger in Bridget Jones’s Diary, singing and crying out loud with her All-BY-MYSEEEEHEELF! But these are just exceptions. Of course.
Le (h)usband says that this is me 100%. Duh!
I grew up, got older, attitudes, life and expectations shifted but one thing remained. My love for this glass of wine. And this alone time in the evening. By now, I do know some pretty decent wine and enjoy those. [Not too difficult being married to a Frenchie] Just because life is too short to drink bad wine. To unwind, I sip on a glass of Bordeaux and read a good book. Sweet life!
Needless to say, when I was pregnant and even before I did not drink one single drop of alcohol. I read once that not drinking enhances the chances to become pregnant in the first place. And while pregnant, hell no! Never ever! If there would have been anything wrong with my baby, I surely had blamed myself for drinking this one glass that one evening for the rest of my life. I breastfed him for 13 months but towards the end I did drink a glass of wine when he was in bed. It was/is very mind-relaxing and I have this feeling that it restores my powers. Super powers that made me realize that I am okay, that I can do this baby-thing, even though some days are tough and rough. I know that I am responsible enough while drinking so it is all good. And honestly, after a long day of playground, running around, errands and whatnot, this feeling of sitting outside, enjoying the silence, a book and taking a pause to be just myself is fantastic.
There are also times when I don’t like to drink wine at all. And then I just don’t. Simple as that. The good thing is, I enjoy it but I don’t need it. And when I did not drink at all for a couple of weeks I felt great. This little project I tried was called “Thirst-Days”. I wrote about it here. I know that as long as it is all balanced I feel fine. And if there are over-indulgences, I feel bad. Easy! Those don’t happen anymore since my son is born.
These days I have a little spring/summer cleanse in my head. It is always good to detox from a bunch of let’s say, bad things that I put in my body. And to say goodbye to my glass of wine at night is included in The Whole 30 Program that I laid an eye on. Also a Yoga, Meditation and Fasting-Retreat would be nice. My long plan is to see some declining numbers on the scale as well as an overall better, healthier me. Now, I pour myself a glass of wine and join le husband on the bench to watch some stars and talk.
This article is great if you want to learn ten important wine words that make talking about wine easier. And click here to see what awesomeness le husband made. We also do love our French Revolution Nights with a lot of cheese and wine. Enjoy, and Cheers!
What do you think about drinking and wine? What is your favorite wine? Do you love to pour yourself a glass (or two) once your child is in bed?
