Time, we are told, is the fourth dimension. It is also an important aspect of our efforts at moderation.
“One day at a time” is, as we all know, the mantra of recovery, and for good reason. It breaks down what could be an impossibly formidable challenge into bite-sized chunks. You don’t wake up every day confronting a lifetime of sobriety. The enormity of that could be enough to lead you back to drinking or using that very day. Instead you have only the task of navigating the modest stretch of waking hours between now and bedtime. Tomorrow is out there, but it doesn’t exist yet and so you don’t have to think about it. You just concentrate on what is immediately at hand: today.
I have a personal theory that a good indicator of how stressful somebody’s life is the unit of time they are using to measure it. As mentioned above, taking it a day at a time is the approach of somebody facing a challenge. Living hour to hour is where you find, for example, somebody who has a loved one in the hospital. And then you have how my wife described life when we, already the parents of one two-year boy, brought home our undiagnosed twin sons. We were not prepared, psychologically or even logistically, to be the parents of three small children. She remembers those first weeks as a minute to minute proposition. A good minute was when nobody was crying and there were no diapers to change.
(I have to acknowledge that “taking it a day at a time” is the also watchword of the laid back and the chill. But, as appropriate as that attitude may be for a vacation, it does imply that even thinking about the future is stressful at some level. It hints at more than small degree of avoidance and also strikes me as a misguided attempt at denying that there are such things as consequences.)
But the ‘one day a time’ approach can also be a double-edged sword. Yes, it makes the intimidating more manageable, but it also elevates the implication of each day. One day of drinking, according to some programs, offsets and therefore obliterates months or even years of sobriety. Have even one and you have to hit the reset button. You’re back to zero.
Moderation, by dispensing with a standard of purity, strips each day of its power to send you back to the square marked ‘Start Over.’ One immoderate day does not mean that you are no longer a moderate drinker. But a string of immoderate days is another matter. And so measuring time when you’re a moderate drinker means using a dual approach. What you do on any particular day still matters because after all each day is still the arena in which we make our choices. But the impact of any given day, barring any particularly dire consequences, is how it contributes in a larger context. Yes, you may have gone over your limit one day, but how did you do the next day or the day after that? You shape your identity as a drinker through separate decisions that accumulate over time.
This is why we talk about our weeks when we have our meetings. That’s also why we have two guidelines and not one for monitoring our consumption: a per session number that is critical especially for those who binge, and a weekly number that provides important guidance to the habitual drinker. Measuring things over a span of seven days allows you to smooth things out, as it were, and yet is a short enough period of time to keep you focused. If you were measuring yourself over the course of a month you could conceivably convince yourself that you can let yourself go for a while because there’s plenty of time later on to make up for the excess. I think we know how that would work out.
Measuring my drinking on a weekly basis is like running a seemingly endless number of laps. Sure I may have had a good week but that week is now behind me, and I need to pay attention to the next set of days ahead of me.