Quit on Monday

[quitNWinay]

Day 2221:

When I was in high school, I had this idea for a novel. I forget the details now, but it was something about a section of the Garden of Eden that had somehow been preserved in its pre-lapsarian state and then discovered. This idea captured me at a deep level. I thought it could be the seeds of something great. But I didn't start writing. I didn't dare. You see, I told myself I should wait until I was a better writer. Wait until I was "ready" to do the idea justice. Deep down, I felt this was my "big idea." Perhaps my one shot at writing the next great American novel. Here's your one chance... don't fuck it up. So I hoarded my best. Creative hoarding is different than other kinds of hoarding. You're not cluttering your house: you're clogging the lifeline between your soul and the world. You are denying yourself permission to take the best of what you have, here and now, and make it manifest. The REALITY is that you have a limitless pipeline of new ideas. In fact, the faster you execute your best ideas, the faster your flow of bigger and better ideas becomes. And, ironically, it is precisely through the courageous act of creating that you gain the skill and practice required to "do them justice"--NOT in hoarding them for a "perfect condition" future that, of course, never comes. So stop hoarding your best. Take that one "best idea" you've told yourself is off limits for now... that you've forbid yourself from executing "until conditions are perfect"... and bring it to life NOW. Will it be your landmark work? Your breakthrough piece? Your magnum opus? Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn't matter. Because once you've brought it to life, a bigger and better "best idea" will come to you, and another after that. You will have all the world-changing ideas you need, so long as you have the courage to bring to life "the best" that is before you now. Don't rob us of the joy, wisdom, or "lumps in the throat" your best work might give us. Open your hands. Their protective grip around your best has become a stranglehold. Let your best finally see the light of day.

Seeing any parallels to being quit? Have a great hump day!

That's me there!!! Thank you for writing this brother!!!

[eric71]

Day 2221:

When I was in high school, I had this idea for a novel. I forget the details now, but it was something about a section of the Garden of Eden that had somehow been preserved in its pre-lapsarian state and then discovered. This idea captured me at a deep level. I thought it could be the seeds of something great. But I didn't start writing. I didn't dare. You see, I told myself I should wait until I was a better writer. Wait until I was "ready" to do the idea justice. Deep down, I felt this was my "big idea." Perhaps my one shot at writing the next great American novel. Here's your one chance... don't fuck it up. So I hoarded my best. Creative hoarding is different than other kinds of hoarding. You're not cluttering your house: you're clogging the lifeline between your soul and the world. You are denying yourself permission to take the best of what you have, here and now, and make it manifest. The REALITY is that you have a limitless pipeline of new ideas. In fact, the faster you execute your best ideas, the faster your flow of bigger and better ideas becomes. And, ironically, it is precisely through the courageous act of creating that you gain the skill and practice required to "do them justice"--NOT in hoarding them for a "perfect condition" future that, of course, never comes. So stop hoarding your best. Take that one "best idea" you've told yourself is off limits for now... that you've forbid yourself from executing "until conditions are perfect"... and bring it to life NOW. Will it be your landmark work? Your breakthrough piece? Your magnum opus? Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn't matter. Because once you've brought it to life, a bigger and better "best idea" will come to you, and another after that. You will have all the world-changing ideas you need, so long as you have the courage to bring to life "the best" that is before you now. Don't rob us of the joy, wisdom, or "lumps in the throat" your best work might give us. Open your hands. Their protective grip around your best has become a stranglehold. Let your best finally see the light of day.

Seeing any parallels to being quit? Have a great hump day!

[quitNWinay]

Day 2105:

Nothing special about today with the exception that it's another day that I win. However, one thing caught me by surprise so the need to memorialize it spurred me to jot it down.

My kids were a huge accountability partner for me in the initial stages of my quit. How many times before I looked at them knowing I had failed and caved, never in their eyes was I a failure. They always knew and believed in me. When I finally decided to quit, they were instrumental in it. I could never go back on my word to them. I could never look in their innocent,trusting, and loving eyes and admit failure. I could never crush their idea of who Dad really is. I look back now and those beautiful faces are still there in my mind and my soul. As I reflect, it still chokes me up. God, to love like a child, how fucking amazing would this world be.

Day 2192: 6 years

What a ride it's been. Highest of highs, lowest of lows, it's all part of life. Also a daily part of my life is being quit. There are days I reflect on the journey to this point. I marvel at the parallels of a quit journey and our journey through life. It's all cyclical. The old becomes new, the new, old, and so the world moves on. Time and opportunity will not pause to wait on us to get our shit in order. The world is not that patient. Don't be hesitant in your quit. Don't be passive in your endeavors. Don't let your fire burn out. This is your here and now, every day, every moment, we have the chance to make life better for ourselves and those we allow in our world. Do we want to look back and wish for time long since past, or do we want to remember the instances we chose to show our fire, passion, and love for our life?

Congratulations on 6 years, Eric - and thank you for all you have done to pay it forward here at KTC!

You are an inspiration, man... Thank you for the honor of staying quit with you!!!

[FLLipOut]

Day 2105:

Nothing special about today with the exception that it's another day that I win. However, one thing caught me by surprise so the need to memorialize it spurred me to jot it down.

My kids were a huge accountability partner for me in the initial stages of my quit. How many times before I looked at them knowing I had failed and caved, never in their eyes was I a failure. They always knew and believed in me. When I finally decided to quit, they were instrumental in it. I could never go back on my word to them. I could never look in their innocent,trusting, and loving eyes and admit failure. I could never crush their idea of who Dad really is. I look back now and those beautiful faces are still there in my mind and my soul. As I reflect, it still chokes me up. God, to love like a child, how fucking amazing would this world be.

Day 2192: 6 years

What a ride it's been. Highest of highs, lowest of lows, it's all part of life. Also a daily part of my life is being quit. There are days I reflect on the journey to this point. I marvel at the parallels of a quit journey and our journey through life. It's all cyclical. The old becomes new, the new, old, and so the world moves on. Time and opportunity will not pause to wait on us to get our shit in order. The world is not that patient. Don't be hesitant in your quit. Don't be passive in your endeavors. Don't let your fire burn out. This is your here and now, every day, every moment, we have the chance to make life better for ourselves and those we allow in our world. Do we want to look back and wish for time long since past, or do we want to remember the instances we chose to show our fire, passion, and love for our life?

Congratulations on 6 years, Eric - and thank you for all you have done to pay it forward here at KTC!

[eric71]

Day 2105:

Nothing special about today with the exception that it's another day that I win. However, one thing caught me by surprise so the need to memorialize it spurred me to jot it down.

My kids were a huge accountability partner for me in the initial stages of my quit. How many times before I looked at them knowing I had failed and caved, never in their eyes was I a failure. They always knew and believed in me. When I finally decided to quit, they were instrumental in it. I could never go back on my word to them. I could never look in their innocent,trusting, and loving eyes and admit failure. I could never crush their idea of who Dad really is. I look back now and those beautiful faces are still there in my mind and my soul. As I reflect, it still chokes me up. God, to love like a child, how fucking amazing would this world be.

Day 2192: 6 years

What a ride it's been. Highest of highs, lowest of lows, it's all part of life. Also a daily part of my life is being quit. There are days I reflect on the journey to this point. I marvel at the parallels of a quit journey and our journey through life. It's all cyclical. The old becomes new, the new, old, and so the world moves on. Time and opportunity will not pause to wait on us to get our shit in order. The world is not that patient. Don't be hesitant in your quit. Don't be passive in your endeavors. Don't let your fire burn out. This is your here and now, every day, every moment, we have the chance to make life better for ourselves and those we allow in our world. Do we want to look back and wish for time long since past, or do we want to remember the instances we chose to show our fire, passion, and love for our life?

[eric71]

Day 2105:

Nothing special about today with the exception that it's another day that I win. However, one thing caught me by surprise so the need to memorialize it spurred me to jot it down.

My kids were a huge accountability partner for me in the initial stages of my quit. How many times before I looked at them knowing I had failed and caved, never in their eyes was I a failure. They always knew and believed in me. When I finally decided to quit, they were instrumental in it. I could never go back on my word to them. I could never look in their innocent,trusting, and loving eyes and admit failure. I could never crush their idea of who Dad really is. I look back now and those beautiful faces are still there in my mind and my soul. As I reflect, it still chokes me up. God, to love like a child, how fucking amazing would this world be.

[eric71]

Day 2024:

Came across this today in Introductions and had to let my thoughts fly. Your thoughts...


J3D
Jan 8 2018, 09:38 AM
IÂ’ve been doing a tin a day for about 4 years and dipping for 7. Today is my first day and itÂ’s only been a few hours but IÂ’m dying. My BIGGEST trigger is being at school. I started in college to stay up to study and IÂ’m in technical school to be an aircraft mechanic. IÂ’m sitting here doing nothing because I finished all my work and all I want to do is dip. This is my 5th time trying to quit and the longest I made it was 4 months. ItÂ’s also brutal because half the people around me dip and 90% of the class smokes. This is going to suck, IÂ’m going to do it, but fuck this is going to suck.

J3D - 1
IÂ’m a fucking failure. I couldnÂ’t even make it 2 hours of being in class. I canÂ’t do this shit. If an admin could delete this post I would appreciate it because this is for quitters and I failed. Good luck to the rest of you, maybe one day IÂ’ll be as strong as you and be able to quit. Idk how yÂ’all do it, I didnÂ’t even make it to the worst parts.

Reply from Frazzled:
You CAN do this shit, and you MUST do this shit before you trigger than one cell that is going to give you cancer.

Have you tried gum, atomic fireballs, fake dip, etc. to try to keep your triggers at bay? That's the best option I know of. You have to be stronger than a plant in a plastic can.

Take it minute by minute, and second by second if you have to. But don't walk into a den of vipers without ammunition.

Reply from Eric71:
Here is a microcosm of the self centered mentality that plagues our nation. This is the entitled, I want it now, I deserve it, I shouldn't have to work for it mind set that has weakened our culture to the point of passivity and nonchalance. If I could physically see and speak to this guy, I'd whip his ass. What the fuck! Are you kidding? I couldn't even make it 2 hours and caved? How fucking bad did you want it then? And then have the audacity to ask an Admin to remove his thread? Why? Are you embarrassed by your lack of intestinal fortitude, character, and moral fiber? You should be. You were never a quitter in the first place. You were a fucking poser! This thread better never be removed and actually, it should be pinned to the start of the introduction page as a message to all who enter our hallowed halls of quit seeking to become a better person. Do not tread lightly here! Leave your mark on your life and be steadfast in your quit. For fuck's sake, make your life and your quit mean something. It's high time these newbies know this is no place for the weak, timid, and soulless. This place is for those whose quit is black and white. There is no gray. You are either quit and emphatic about it and those who join you in the daily fight. Don't come here asking to be coddled and treated like a special snowflake, butterfly, unicorn, or what the hell ever. We, the true quitters, do not have time for games. We are too busy with our new found freedoms to build a better life for ourselves and those we care for.

[FLLipOut]

TO ALL NEW AND RECENT QUITTERS, TAKE A GLANCE AT A POST FROM THE PAST. IF YOU SEEK MOTIVATION, FIND IT HERE:

Day 57:

Note to self:

Fuck you and the weak ass thoughts swimming in your head. You were told these days would come and sure as hell they have. These are the days your quit is being tested mentally. So, bigshot, how strong is your quit? A little mind fuck getting you all riled up is it? Thinking about me aren't you?

"Yeah, I'm thinking about you, about how you fucked up 15 years of my life that I cannot get back! About leaving me in a corner somewhere with a fucking bottle in my hand and a pile of shit jammed in my lip! About seeing the disappointment and hurt in my wife and children's eyes as I pushed one in my lip. About tearing up a level of honor and respect that I have to work so hard to put back in place with those I love. About how fucking stupid I was to let something like you into my life in the first place. About how if you were a real person I would be in prison for the mutilating, abhorrent beating I would place on you, rendering you a crippled pile of shit incapable of rational thought or motion. About how needy you are, how reliant you are on the weakness of others to make yourself feel worth. Face it bitch, without me, you are just a shredded up, rode hard, put away wet, wilting and sagging, pile of shit that no one can stay committed to. We all find something better, something way better, and you're left holding the can."

Day 2000:

I can appreciate the purpose of journals. Looking back through my chronicles paved the way for a lot of tears, reflection, disappointment, and victory. I stand here today in front of you all a man unshackled from the chains of nicotine. I am ever vigilant, never cured, never not an addict. I stand here as a shell of the man who, 2000 days ago, entered this arena with the support of a loving wife and 4 children. Now, I am in the midst of a 3 year divorce process, half my children wish I was dead, the other 2 unsure what my lessons to them ever meant. I have to be their guiding force you see. I cannot allow failure for it would crush the resolve and dedication to a cause I urge them to never waver from. Ever want to give up on your quit? Go look into the deep, trusting eyes of your child and tell them you just don't have it in you to stay committed. Watch the reaction, feel the bone rattling crush of betrayal hit their eyes and shatter their dreams of who dad was. Don't ever go back. No matter how hard, how long. I can stand here and, shell or not, tell you that I will never allow something/someone cause me to make that choice. Everyone needs a hero at some point. As fathers, we are our children's first. We should always strive to be their best hero all the days of their lives.

friend, brother....

you are more than just a shell. When you see a diamond, the best are those that are crystal clear, color and clarity a big plus and very valuable. It is this value that sets you apart from most. And there are those, including the lord above who see that each day.

Keep being that family member of mine as the other madmen of Oct12.

And for those new, this is the type of person who prevails and lives a life free from the poison.

DonÂ’t get down on yourself my friend. Being a father is not always the easiest thing and living with a woman sometimes we donÂ’t have a choice on which direction that takes but one thing for sure I know you did well was you were a fine example to them on how to take control of something that had a tremendous hold on you and show them that my dad took control of his addiction, unfortunately my brother my dad didnÂ’t teach me that he let several addictions control him as did I for 38 years. Stay strong and I know without a doubt those kids love you, they may be hurt but not everything in life is roses. Hang in there and God bless

^^^ Listen to this guy!

Eric, I am so proud to be able to post alongside you every day. Thank you (and all the 'Crazy' people) for allowing me that honor.

Congratulations on a maginificent quit.

[pab1964]

TO ALL NEW AND RECENT QUITTERS, TAKE A GLANCE AT A POST FROM THE PAST. IF YOU SEEK MOTIVATION, FIND IT HERE:

Day 57:

Note to self:

Fuck you and the weak ass thoughts swimming in your head. You were told these days would come and sure as hell they have. These are the days your quit is being tested mentally. So, bigshot, how strong is your quit? A little mind fuck getting you all riled up is it? Thinking about me aren't you?

"Yeah, I'm thinking about you, about how you fucked up 15 years of my life that I cannot get back! About leaving me in a corner somewhere with a fucking bottle in my hand and a pile of shit jammed in my lip! About seeing the disappointment and hurt in my wife and children's eyes as I pushed one in my lip. About tearing up a level of honor and respect that I have to work so hard to put back in place with those I love. About how fucking stupid I was to let something like you into my life in the first place. About how if you were a real person I would be in prison for the mutilating, abhorrent beating I would place on you, rendering you a crippled pile of shit incapable of rational thought or motion. About how needy you are, how reliant you are on the weakness of others to make yourself feel worth. Face it bitch, without me, you are just a shredded up, rode hard, put away wet, wilting and sagging, pile of shit that no one can stay committed to. We all find something better, something way better, and you're left holding the can."

Day 2000:

I can appreciate the purpose of journals. Looking back through my chronicles paved the way for a lot of tears, reflection, disappointment, and victory. I stand here today in front of you all a man unshackled from the chains of nicotine. I am ever vigilant, never cured, never not an addict. I stand here as a shell of the man who, 2000 days ago, entered this arena with the support of a loving wife and 4 children. Now, I am in the midst of a 3 year divorce process, half my children wish I was dead, the other 2 unsure what my lessons to them ever meant. I have to be their guiding force you see. I cannot allow failure for it would crush the resolve and dedication to a cause I urge them to never waver from. Ever want to give up on your quit? Go look into the deep, trusting eyes of your child and tell them you just don't have it in you to stay committed. Watch the reaction, feel the bone rattling crush of betrayal hit their eyes and shatter their dreams of who dad was. Don't ever go back. No matter how hard, how long. I can stand here and, shell or not, tell you that I will never allow something/someone cause me to make that choice. Everyone needs a hero at some point. As fathers, we are our children's first. We should always strive to be their best hero all the days of their lives.

friend, brother....

you are more than just a shell. When you see a diamond, the best are those that are crystal clear, color and clarity a big plus and very valuable. It is this value that sets you apart from most. And there are those, including the lord above who see that each day.

Keep being that family member of mine as the other madmen of Oct12.

And for those new, this is the type of person who prevails and lives a life free from the poison.

DonÂ’t get down on yourself my friend. Being a father is not always the easiest thing and living with a woman sometimes we donÂ’t have a choice on which direction that takes but one thing for sure I know you did well was you were a fine example to them on how to take control of something that had a tremendous hold on you and show them that my dad took control of his addiction, unfortunately my brother my dad didnÂ’t teach me that he let several addictions control him as did I for 38 years. Stay strong and I know without a doubt those kids love you, they may be hurt but not everything in life is roses. Hang in there and God bless

[SirDerek]

TO ALL NEW AND RECENT QUITTERS, TAKE A GLANCE AT A POST FROM THE PAST. IF YOU SEEK MOTIVATION, FIND IT HERE:

Day 57:

Note to self:

Fuck you and the weak ass thoughts swimming in your head. You were told these days would come and sure as hell they have. These are the days your quit is being tested mentally. So, bigshot, how strong is your quit? A little mind fuck getting you all riled up is it? Thinking about me aren't you?

"Yeah, I'm thinking about you, about how you fucked up 15 years of my life that I cannot get back! About leaving me in a corner somewhere with a fucking bottle in my hand and a pile of shit jammed in my lip! About seeing the disappointment and hurt in my wife and children's eyes as I pushed one in my lip. About tearing up a level of honor and respect that I have to work so hard to put back in place with those I love. About how fucking stupid I was to let something like you into my life in the first place. About how if you were a real person I would be in prison for the mutilating, abhorrent beating I would place on you, rendering you a crippled pile of shit incapable of rational thought or motion. About how needy you are, how reliant you are on the weakness of others to make yourself feel worth. Face it bitch, without me, you are just a shredded up, rode hard, put away wet, wilting and sagging, pile of shit that no one can stay committed to. We all find something better, something way better, and you're left holding the can."

Day 2000:

I can appreciate the purpose of journals. Looking back through my chronicles paved the way for a lot of tears, reflection, disappointment, and victory. I stand here today in front of you all a man unshackled from the chains of nicotine. I am ever vigilant, never cured, never not an addict. I stand here as a shell of the man who, 2000 days ago, entered this arena with the support of a loving wife and 4 children. Now, I am in the midst of a 3 year divorce process, half my children wish I was dead, the other 2 unsure what my lessons to them ever meant. I have to be their guiding force you see. I cannot allow failure for it would crush the resolve and dedication to a cause I urge them to never waver from. Ever want to give up on your quit? Go look into the deep, trusting eyes of your child and tell them you just don't have it in you to stay committed. Watch the reaction, feel the bone rattling crush of betrayal hit their eyes and shatter their dreams of who dad was. Don't ever go back. No matter how hard, how long. I can stand here and, shell or not, tell you that I will never allow something/someone cause me to make that choice. Everyone needs a hero at some point. As fathers, we are our children's first. We should always strive to be their best hero all the days of their lives.

friend, brother....

you are more than just a shell. When you see a diamond, the best are those that are crystal clear, color and clarity a big plus and very valuable. It is this value that sets you apart from most. And there are those, including the lord above who see that each day.

Keep being that family member of mine as the other madmen of Oct12.

And for those new, this is the type of person who prevails and lives a life free from the poison.

[eric71]

TO ALL NEW AND RECENT QUITTERS, TAKE A GLANCE AT A POST FROM THE PAST. IF YOU SEEK MOTIVATION, FIND IT HERE:

Day 57:

Note to self:

Fuck you and the weak ass thoughts swimming in your head. You were told these days would come and sure as hell they have. These are the days your quit is being tested mentally. So, bigshot, how strong is your quit? A little mind fuck getting you all riled up is it? Thinking about me aren't you?

"Yeah, I'm thinking about you, about how you fucked up 15 years of my life that I cannot get back! About leaving me in a corner somewhere with a fucking bottle in my hand and a pile of shit jammed in my lip! About seeing the disappointment and hurt in my wife and children's eyes as I pushed one in my lip. About tearing up a level of honor and respect that I have to work so hard to put back in place with those I love. About how fucking stupid I was to let something like you into my life in the first place. About how if you were a real person I would be in prison for the mutilating, abhorrent beating I would place on you, rendering you a crippled pile of shit incapable of rational thought or motion. About how needy you are, how reliant you are on the weakness of others to make yourself feel worth. Face it bitch, without me, you are just a shredded up, rode hard, put away wet, wilting and sagging, pile of shit that no one can stay committed to. We all find something better, something way better, and you're left holding the can."

Day 2000:

I can appreciate the purpose of journals. Looking back through my chronicles paved the way for a lot of tears, reflection, disappointment, and victory. I stand here today in front of you all a man unshackled from the chains of nicotine. I am ever vigilant, never cured, never not an addict. I stand here as a shell of the man who, 2000 days ago, entered this arena with the support of a loving wife and 4 children. Now, I am in the midst of a 3 year divorce process, half my children wish I was dead, the other 2 unsure what my lessons to them ever meant. I have to be their guiding force you see. I cannot allow failure for it would crush the resolve and dedication to a cause I urge them to never waver from. Ever want to give up on your quit? Go look into the deep, trusting eyes of your child and tell them you just don't have it in you to stay committed. Watch the reaction, feel the bone rattling crush of betrayal hit their eyes and shatter their dreams of who dad was. Don't ever go back. No matter how hard, how long. I can stand here and, shell or not, tell you that I will never allow something/someone cause me to make that choice. Everyone needs a hero at some point. As fathers, we are our children's first. We should always strive to be their best hero all the days of their lives.

[eric71]

TO ALL NEW AND RECENT QUITTERS, TAKE A GLANCE AT A POST FROM THE PAST. IF YOU SEEK MOTIVATION, FIND IT HERE:

Day 57:

Note to self:

Fuck you and the weak ass thoughts swimming in your head. You were told these days would come and sure as hell they have. These are the days your quit is being tested mentally. So, bigshot, how strong is your quit? A little mind fuck getting you all riled up is it? Thinking about me aren't you?

"Yeah, I'm thinking about you, about how you fucked up 15 years of my life that I cannot get back! About leaving me in a corner somewhere with a fucking bottle in my hand and a pile of shit jammed in my lip! About seeing the disappointment and hurt in my wife and children's eyes as I pushed one in my lip. About tearing up a level of honor and respect that I have to work so hard to put back in place with those I love. About how fucking stupid I was to let something like you into my life in the first place. About how if you were a real person I would be in prison for the mutilating, abhorrent beating I would place on you, rendering you a crippled pile of shit incapable of rational thought or motion. About how needy you are, how reliant you are on the weakness of others to make yourself feel worth. Face it bitch, without me, you are just a shredded up, rode hard, put away wet, wilting and sagging, pile of shit that no one can stay committed to. We all find something better, something way better, and you're left holding the can."

[CowMus]

Passed 4 years quit a couple days back, WOW, there's a helluva lot that can happen in 4 years! I see now that the day I made the choice to quit was to set in motion a landslide series of events that would shake my life, as I knew it, to the core. The journey of my quit gave me tools to handle what life was going to be throwing at me since that day. Make no mistake folks, there are other powers at play in your quit, whatever stage you're in. I could not have navigated my days without my quit. Do not look at your quit as a governance on your life. Look at it as a blessing that will provide you with the wisdom, confidence, optimism, coping mechanisms, etc. for the bigger picture. Our job on this Earth is to not be perfect but rather to keep pursuing the best version of ourselves. That version can only come through trials and tribulations. It is the lessons learned on the journey that are to be treasured. Because, when there are no steps left to take, we won't have the time or desire to look back and reflect on those moments. Live in each step. Regret nothing. Learn from everything.

QLAFM

proud of you Brother, and would not be where I am today without you leading the way in Oct12.

Not even going to say madman forever, but will say friend and family forever.....

thanks

I just read your entire intro. I was captivated by the fact that you chronicled everything! I felt tears in some places, I laughed in some places and some places I was perplexed by your words. Probably because I am only 48 days quit. But your words in these pages gave me some great strength tonight. I have felt like shit. I'm not in a place of caving...I just feel like shit.
Two canker sores in my mouth, sore throat from who knows what. I was hoping by now my mouth would be well and happy. I could possibly begin some work on my teeth and gums. But it seems to heal and then have yet another trauma.

The truth I guess is that why should I be a whiny bitch about it not being healed in 48 days when I stuffed cancer shit into it for almost 30 years. Fuck...hate when I'm a whiny bitch.

Thanks for the words that you write. They inspire. They really do.

[SirDerek]

Passed 4 years quit a couple days back, WOW, there's a helluva lot that can happen in 4 years! I see now that the day I made the choice to quit was to set in motion a landslide series of events that would shake my life, as I knew it, to the core. The journey of my quit gave me tools to handle what life was going to be throwing at me since that day. Make no mistake folks, there are other powers at play in your quit, whatever stage you're in. I could not have navigated my days without my quit. Do not look at your quit as a governance on your life. Look at it as a blessing that will provide you with the wisdom, confidence, optimism, coping mechanisms, etc. for the bigger picture. Our job on this Earth is to not be perfect but rather to keep pursuing the best version of ourselves. That version can only come through trials and tribulations. It is the lessons learned on the journey that are to be treasured. Because, when there are no steps left to take, we won't have the time or desire to look back and reflect on those moments. Live in each step. Regret nothing. Learn from everything.

QLAFM

proud of you Brother, and would not be where I am today without you leading the way in Oct12.

Not even going to say madman forever, but will say friend and family forever.....

thanks

[eric71]

Passed 4 years quit a couple days back, WOW, there's a helluva lot that can happen in 4 years! I see now that the day I made the choice to quit was to set in motion a landslide series of events that would shake my life, as I knew it, to the core. The journey of my quit gave me tools to handle what life was going to be throwing at me since that day. Make no mistake folks, there are other powers at play in your quit, whatever stage you're in. I could not have navigated my days without my quit. Do not look at your quit as a governance on your life. Look at it as a blessing that will provide you with the wisdom, confidence, optimism, coping mechanisms, etc. for the bigger picture. Our job on this Earth is to not be perfect but rather to keep pursuing the best version of ourselves. That version can only come through trials and tribulations. It is the lessons learned on the journey that are to be treasured. Because, when there are no steps left to take, we won't have the time or desire to look back and reflect on those moments. Live in each step. Regret nothing. Learn from everything.

QLAFM