The Eve of 28 days 4 whole weeks.
I kinda wanna put my paws over my ears, crawl under the bed and turn the sound down. There has been so much talk about starting to smoke again, horrible awful news of friends and family all of the things that I associate with grief. AND then there is debate, which I have a very strong association with/to arguing and harsh words. Peace in the family at all costs. (What I do very differently around this, is be in the debate, I don't think that I would ever have been so vocal or as searching as I have been here.) AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.
It is a beautiful sunny day here in TO. I went to my ususal Thursday 7:00 am meeting and back by 9:30. After this meeting, hell after any meeting I used to smoke. I would get through an hour, two hours, three hours and I would reward myself for working so hard by having a smoke. Well wouldn't you know it I walk out of this meeting and all I want to do is smoke. I knew there was a store to the south and to the north I didn't know what. So what did I do. I turned tail and ran to the north. I don't know why I feel strange about doing what I did. I went to the place where I was least likely to do any damage. I thought when I got home oh well you should have challenged yourself, you should be up to the test, Blaugh, blaugh blaugh. (That addict talk is so sly). I know I am not up to the test, I know I am not up to any challenges right now.
CELEBRATE! Celebrate my knowing how fragile this little glimpse of peace, health, happiness is. Celebrate that I did myself good. I wasn't the brave warrior. I Turned tail and ran in the opposite direction. Hooray. I did really different.
I honestly don't know what to say to all of the people who are dealing with such devastating news. I am sorry. Dealing with lose of life has me feeling sad, helpless and hopeless. I feel like there is nothing that I can say that will change any of this and for that I am sorry. I am sorry that people feel grief. Duffis/Bob, Kizzer, I am sorry for what life has brought to you and the grief you must feel.
I notice that I feel frustration at hearing people who fall and indulge in smoking. This frustration is really not about them it is about me. It is about how angry I can be at myself when I break my word to myself. Simply h