Thanks to The Bubble Hour episode interviewing the director and daughter of the documentary My Name Was Bette: The Life And Death Of An Alcoholic, Sherri VandenAkker.
I have it slowly downloading to my iPhone so I can watch it during my commute. I've decided I'm comfortable with potentially being a "ducking commute crier." I sometimes savor having these very personal internal struggles that make emotions bubble up in a public sphere...as long as no one notices. Sounds like a fetish, right?.
Anyways, I plan to enter in a film phase for my recovery, starting with My Name Was Bette, The Anonymous People, and Lipstick and Liquor: Secrets In the Suburbs.
Maybe this will ward off the routine. I have to remember drinking didn't really relieve my cycles of boredom with life. My fear of facing boredom and doing something about it is one of the many reasons I drank-not to make any other decisions about what to do. That's what is boring. Drinking lacks imagination. Drinking reduces problem solving. Drinking is lazy.