Day 92 had a awesome day with the family today. Craft fair, brewery (still didn’t drink but bought some cool beers), train ride in the park, friggin paddle boat ride in the park, movie in bed, turkey sanguches (how my wife’s mom from Colombia pronounces it - that I love). My head is just clear. Tough to describe but it goes back to being a kid (likely before dipping so say 14) still have some innocence like what could go wrong today. I’m pure. I got a taste of that today. Pure love ... unhindered by a foreign substance I’d ‘love’ used to think of as a friend.
I had a fake dip dream last night. I still use fake dip off and on. Sometimes just keep it in my pocket ... like changing a light in the ladder yesterday my wife could see the circle and she didn’t say anything but wonder in her eye...anyway in the dream there were three fake dip cans and a real one and i thought that’s odd... that one should not be here. Before removing it to the trash I stuffed my lip with the fake. It still weird to me how the fake is ‘surprisingly satisfying’. I need to try to sell that slogan to Smokey mountain!
I’ve told some I feel weird going into the stretch for hof ... like let me stay here and keep the fight young, double digit young, I know how to quit double digit style. I remember thinking that dude is 7 days quit, holy shit - the day before I quit...now I see the guy 4000 days or whatever and then I remind myself to get back to earth and quit for today. Let’s just say I’m nervous in the quit (not that I’m gonna cave ... nervous about all the responsibility it brings I should say) and want to stay that way if that’s what it takes to keep it front and center every damn day. When I was not quit it’s a f’d up mentality easy to say f it to stuff...and then throw in more toxins to your body...being quit I’m grown up, and deal with shit. Staying clean. Being pure today. Join me again tomorrow.