What happened? At the end of July 2011, I wanted a dip really bad, and I caved. Just one dip turned to I'll just finish the can, to I'll quit by Christmas, to I'll quit in a year, to Holy fuck...I'm a dipper again.
Why did it happen? That's easy. I didn't want to quit. I wanted my family to stop worrying about me quitting. You can't quit for your wife, your kids, or your dog. You have to be ready to do it for yourself.
What will I do differently? Post here every day. I'm journaling this time also. Writing this down really helps.
To answer your question Minny, I think God leaves it up to us mostly, but every now and then, during the mostly random chain of events that we call life, the stars align, 2 +2 does equal 4, and you can choose to ignore those fleeting moments, or you can take heed.
I'm taking heed this time.