Pre-HOF funk... Yes, I knew what it was and I knew how to fight it, but I wanted to put what happened tonight into my intro.
Tonight my parents made good on a promise (for her birthday) to let the kid spend the night on a weeknight, feed her breakfast, take her to the bus tomorrow morning, etc.
But damn it was a funk for me. Funk = Crave. Too much time on my hands and nothing to do with it.
I was without child from 6 pm til bedtime and it was the first time that a sleepover for the kid really, really sucked for me. I tried to change my mindset to one that resembled those from the first 93 days, but it was NOT happening for a while.
After 93 days, this was my biggest funk, and it came a week before I hit the hall. Remember that newbies. Funks DO NOT END.
The question for me: What caused it? Time alone? Check. Housework taking precedence over fun TV watching? Check. Reality of addiction? Check.
These first 93 days were almost too easy for me. I knew it would crash on me at some point. I'm good now. I've spent the last three or four hours trying my damnedest to fight against something that hadn't put up a good fight for weeks.
Tonight sucked, but I won. But I've spent the last few minutes putting that fight into words so I could read it at some point down the road. I didn't think it possible at this point to crave so badly. I was proved wrong tonight, even after reading all these stories of cravings well past my quit. But, like everything else, I questioned why it happened now.
I think it started with me questioning whether or not something I value so completely (the HOF speech) needed to be written at 100 days.
A few days later, one of my earliest supporters and absolute BAD ASS quitter admitted to an addictive crave (but did not cave.)
Put that together with one of the first nights that I have nothing on deadline, that impending benchmark that is the HOF, those idle hands, and that vet that craved when I didn't expect it, and you get the crave of a pre-HOFer.
For the first time in weeks, I felt like an addict. This shit has been too easy for a while. I see it differently now. Sixteen years an addict does not erase in 93 days.
Tonight I feel like I did in the first ten days of my quit, but I succeeded then and I WILL succeed now. Stay strong, quitters!!