🍾 Afterglow, But Make It Boozy

🍾 Afterglow, But Make It Boozy:

When Your Spirit Soared… and Then Your Liver Filed a Complaint

Ah yes, ecstasy.That euphoric feeling when you're two Proseccos deep, the group chat is poppin’, your eyeliner is symmetrical, and you're absolutely convinced that you should text your ex a healing mantra.

You're glowing. You're flowing. You're philosophising about the moon phases in the smoking area like you're Deepak Chopra in heels.

This is alcoholic ecstasy — a unique spiritual state where time dissolves, inhibitions vanish, and you passionately explain shadow work to a stranger named Kev who just wanted a cigarette.

But then...

🌅 Enter the Afterglow... or is it the Aftermath?

Suddenly, it’s the next morning. You wake up in a duvet-cave with your eyelashes halfway down your cheeks and a voice like a dehydrated frog.Your phone battery is dead. So is your will to live.

You’re no longer flying with the angels. You are beached.Spiritually, emotionally, and possibly quite literally — depending where you fell asleep.

Welcome to the boozy afterglow.

🥴 Signs You’re in the Afterglow (Deluxe Alcohol Edition):

• You're unsure if you did a full moon ritual or just cried at a chicken nugget.

• You’ve gained spiritual insights… and a traffic cone.

• Your “downloads” from last night were mostly TikTok audios and a suspicious new WhatsApp group called “Light Beings Assemble 🧿✨”.

• You feel like you danced with Source. Your knees confirm this was not metaphorical.

🔮 But Wait – There’s Still Wisdom Here

The post-party afterglow, as tragic as it seems, is actually spiritually significant.Why? Because it forces you into a state of reflection, hydration, and vague regret — the Holy Trinity of growth.

You sit there, sipping your hangover tea, thinking:

“Why did I offer Reiki to a bouncer?”“Did I really say that I was a Pleiadian star priestess to someone’s nan?”“How can I return to purity? Or at least, to solid foods?”

And that, my dear glowing mess of a human, is the sacred realignment. The soul coming home through ibuprofen and self-reckoning.

🕯️ Post-Booze Afterglow Rituals (Highly Recommended):

• Light a candle and whisper: “Never again” (we both know you’re lying)

• Sage your phone — just in case

• Journal your hangover insights. Title it: “My Soul Still Loves Me Even With Glitter in My Hair”

• Apologise to the moon if you howled at it

💛 In Summary: You’re Not Broken — You’re Processing

The ecstasy was real. The joy was sacred. The shots were probably unnecessary.

But the afterglow? That’s where your human and your divine self meet — over toast and Berocca.

So laugh at the chaos, hug your hungover self, and remember:

Even after your soul’s wild night out — you are still the light. Just... maybe dimmed a bit ‘til Tuesday. 💫