89 Days. I was looking at some old PM's and came across this ---
"Thanks for reaching out man...I'm really nervous. It seems an impossible task....
Chris"
This was my response on day one to SIG who reached out to me. This is how scared my quit once was. IT SEEMS AN IMPOSSIBLE TASK. Let me tell you something gents - IT IS NOT. Here I am 89 days later. Is 89 days an eternity? Nope. But I don't quit for an eternity - I quit for today. To paraphrase Nolaq - Post everyday, honor it, and repeat the next day. That's all I've done. Simple really. But I have come a long way in 89 days from being nervous and using words like impossible. Those words were uttered when I was under the thrall of the Dirty Nic Queen Bitch. I am no longer. I know she still lurks from afar and watches my every move awaiting a slip - but again to paraphrase Nolaq - My shit is up and running 24/7. I don't slip. I don't give her the slightest opportunity to get up in my quit zone. Those 89 days have taught me a lot and changed who I am. Impossible? Hardly. My scared quit has evolved into a quit for the ages. The kind of quit that is spoken of in reverent tones many years from now. I possess the kind of quit that they sing songs about and celebrate with great feasts where the liquor flows and all the women are blonde, buxom, and 20 years old. Impossible my ass. That word is no longer in use here.