T minus 14 mother effin days til Hof!! Woohoo!
Ok, I made it through the funk. It reared its ugly ass around day 65 or so and I had a few interesting patches but now its happy days again! I almost feel as though I turned a corner while in the funk. Let me explain. It was hard to get on and quit and to support others. It was hard to give a crap even at work. I even had a foggy as hell morning similar to the first week. But you know what? I crushed that shit, like it was a hanging curve ball over the plate. I just plowed through it, like a hot knife through butter.
It was easy, because I make the decision to quit EVERY DAY and for that day only. Once the decision has been made, the rest of the day is cake. I don't need nic, and it feels good knowing that but I only make that decision for today. Forget about tomorrow. I can quit for a day and thats all I need to succeed. Life is always going to be filled with ups and downs and I can accept that much easier now. Life goes on anyways right?
Living without nic is now a part of my life that I enjoy, almost need. I want to quit and that makes all the difference in the world. Before, I used nic to fill in the gaps, to take the edge off. Just about every damn thing I did, I had a lipper full of shit in. Now, I just face whatever the day brings. I face life head on. Without nic, and its pretty glorious. Being a quitter has never been so much fun, I just wish I had done this years ago.