This is just a quickie to let you know I remain smoke free, and that so far, I’ve not suffered too much in the withdrawal department. Spending the week out of town did help significantly.
Phil is not doing so well, but he smoked for 34 years. And, his motivation is monetary. Mine is too, but I’ve only been smoking, off and on, for about 20 years, with stretches of intermittent quittage mixed in.
In the process I’ve discovered something. I’ve started dreaming again. This may only be a withdrawal issue and therefore transitory, but I’ve been dreaming like crazy this week. Wild, creative dreams that seem to last all night, so I’m not sleeping well, but I’ll take the dreams over sleep any day.
My dreams are where a lot of my story ideas come from.
I thought I’d just stopped dreaming as much because I was getting older. This gives me hope that my brain is just as messed up as it ever was
It’s also another motivation for me to stay off the devil weed (as one friend calls it).
The other thing I figured out earlier in the summer, but I didn’t want to write about it so soon on the heels of my “Life Sentence with Mortal Punctuation” series. It just seemed too serious.
I’m fortunate. Phil cooks for us. I don’t like to cook and my efforts in that area have dwindled to nothing in the last few years.
I now have a good idea why: my ideation. Even though I know how to address and subdue the beast, it doesn’t mean I want to think about cutting myself, or anyone else, every time I pick up a knife. So I’m really very grateful that Phil cooks.
I’m also grateful for take-out, ‘cause every man has his limits.
Have you learned anything interesting about yourself lately?