You never know. You really don’t. Here I thought I had it all figured out. All the triggers and I was over the hump. I knew this group helped me a lot, but taking a week off should not be a problem. I said my goodbyes, and I headed to Florida.
Boy was I wrong. As I expected did not have much time to sign in and get my fix of this group. And as the days went on, I felt the struggles building. I got grumpier, chewed more gum, and wow, I felt I was alone.
The one thing that saved me was reviewing all the blogs I have read and written, remembering the praise and support. And yes, even working to remember the exact words of the elders, the newbies, and my fellow Marchers and we grew in our days of freedom. But I am back, and I will be reading, and getting stronger again. And while I could not come here daily, this group, because I knew you would be here when I got back, kept me from smoking. I am at 36 DOF!
