475 days. As weird as it sounds, I’m thankful for the distraction of new living conditions and circumstances brought on by Covid-19 as it relates to my addiction. The distraction with what’s going on in general, of family in your face 100% of the time, of keeping up with friends through FaceTime, of going non-stop with something, anything (work, exercise, parenting, spousing, checking off house to-dos, yardwork, reading, podcasting, etc.)...it’s all weird and it’s not a scenario in which I Or anyone else wants life to go on like for an extended period of time. And, it is terrifyingly and excruciatingly real for some people less fortunate than my family has been so far, that have lost jobs, become ill, or lost someone close to them directly or indirectly related to covid-19. However, I’ve spent very little time thinking about nicotine. And that’s freaking awesome. Times like these will and do force you to consider what is important in life. Nicotine was never important, even during the active use of it. Your brain was trained to think it was though. I don’t expect never to think about it again (I’m not that naive), but I’m enjoying one of the many positive outcomes of this whole global fiasco for the time being. Fuck nicotine, what a worthless waste of time, energy and life.
Upward and onward. Hug your family, facetime your friends and family, get into a routine, take positive steps in your life every day. Leave all the BS behind when we come out of this. No more politics, no more picking sides, no more tearing each other down and fighting about nothing. Pick each other up, be a good neighbor, find community, take care of our planet (it’s literally all we have and is the only reason we are here), and remember that people are good. Change your mindset. Incremental change leads to monumental growth.
