Notched a pretty solid win this week and wanted to share.
With my new business, I sometimes have to make big sacrifices and take some just god-awful business trips. For instance, this week, I had to go up to the Blue Ridge Mountains in E. Tennessee and do a float trip for trout on the Watauga River with a partner outfitter - as I said, just miserable
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Anyway, the trip was great, had a really productive meeting and some decent fishing. The thing was, the guy that I was with chewed a whole can during the float - he had a spittoon in the boat. This was a really interesting experience for me. Rather than crave it, I just felt bad for the guy. He was one of those chain dippers who never really put a dip in or spit it out, just added some fresh every half hour or so. I'm only a little over two months from being right there with him, but it felt foreign to me. Doesn't he know how good it is to be quit? Why doesn't he just spit it and post roll?
The win wasn't fighting the craving and winning, it was being in that environment and not even wanting the shit. Although, I will admit that I went through one of those bad-ass, white-knuckle craves, that required a text to a quit brother during the drive up.
Anyway, I told him about how I had recently quit, but we didn't really get into it. I have to do business w/ the guy and didn't want to get on my soapbox about the evils of tobacco just yet. Although, I do hope the the brief conversation we had about it might plant a seed for a conversation down the road.
Fishing is what I love, but it's also deeply ingrained in me that fishing & dipping are like peas & carrots. It's encouraging to see that I'm starting to disassociate the two.