So, I have finally done it. After 20 years of the shit, I am finally quitting. 20 years, and untold amounts of money and damage. It's the right thing, and probably the 200th time I have tried, but this time I am doing it differently: and I am finally committed to this one working.
I started when I was lifeguarding at a town pool, and just dabbled until I get to my senior year of college, then it was game on. Quit for a few months before I got married and some good month-long quits over the years, but the Kodiak, then the Grizzly, always called me back. Long rides in the car when I was driving to ref a college football game or a lacrosse game were the triggers. I know they still will be. But I have 2 daughters, and I'll be damned if I will let them down. Or my wife. Or myself. I'm ready this time.
I think.
I already want one, but I made sure the cans were empty and that all my hiding spots were clear. It's time.