Cucumber. I's my new best friend. With a stalk of celery and a lemon and some mint. Juice it and throw it over ice and you've got a swig of happy. I was at work this afternoon and it was "beer-thirty" as is traditional at quitting time on Fridays and everyone was enjoy a cool beverage and I poured myself a glass of green drink and toasted right along. No. I don't feel bad. No I don't miss being able to have alcohol. No, I don't even miss anything that much. I know at the end of this I will have better life habits and it is imperative that at some point in my life I take this step to wrestle the reigns from myself (the creative one) and give them to myself (the detail oriented completion junkie one) and live this life like I'm on fire screaming through the sky punching holes in the atmosphere and leaving a trail of stardust.
I've got things to do and I've been getting in my way. I'm got places to go and people to piss off. I've got ideas to make realities and realities to improve. I've got nothing but time and I have no idea how much of that any of us has, so I'd better use it being good to myself. Being good doesn't mean disappearing myself in distractions. Being good doesn't mean insulating myself in unused energy.
So, I'm cool. Even the Facebook thing is starting to be no big deal. There are a few people I miss. But honestly, they haven't taken the time to contact me so in a month if I still haven't heard from them, it's time to reassess the value of the relationship. I'm curious as to who reads this. I know a few people who do but there are a lot more page views than those few. I know there are some people who read this who don't think I'll make the whole 60 days. That's ok. I have committed to a course of action, I'm all in. 51 days to go. Child's play really.