My how time flies when your face is in a bottle, or should I say how you forget time? Well, either way, week days are just really hard. But, I feel something finally clicked. It was subtle, very subtle. It may not have even been a click. It could have been a small ‘tick’. Whatever it was, it made me sit up and take notice.
Maybe I just forgot how hard the first 90 days are and thought it would be cake this time around since I accomplished it before. Maybe, deep down, I was not ready. Kind of like smoking. When I was ready to quit, I gave it no thought. I just smoked the last in a pack and was done. Hard, yes. But I was ready. That was in June of 1991.
Same feeling now. I just know it has to happen. No matter how hard. Tonight I will probably be in tears heading home dealing with the battle between Ms Crazy a/k/a wolfie, and Ms Sensible. But straight home I must go. Not only so I don’t grab a bottle of something or hit my favorite pub, but I have something in the crockpot that I have to get out so it doesn’t over cook. (yup, I was thinking ahead)
Day one was Thursday the 4th. Today is day 5. I have not been to day 5 in a very long time. And tomorrow will be day 6.