A week past. A week under my belt. A week free and now beginning to feel it.
I didn't post day vii (a little boring, that's why), but wanted to; thought about it. Maybe because I was experiencing the 'giddiness' feature, once again. Near the end of the day, I was finding it hard to contain my energy, for better or for worse. And these weren't cravings, more ... they were separate from the feeling of needing to smoke. It was just lots of excess energy and then later, enervation. Exercise didn't help this particular thing; seems more emotional.
Beginning, now, the first day of week two. And the freedom I spoke about feeling a few days ago is even more palpable now. There's a general feeling that I can do what I want. A feeling that I'm slowly back under my own control. And it's not just smoking cessation that's revealed that to me, but some of the roots and causes that I've seen since. A growing sense or feeling of empowerment, meted by a slight mid-to-late day-into-night feeling of edginess and alight anxiety. It could be the coffee.
I got my rhythm back, but now I must re-find my voice -- the new range has to be rediscovered and the paint reapplied to the new textures. What used to be a squeeze is now a breeze, but what once was a gruff rustle is a smooth whistle. And ... not always for the best, honestly. I've done this once before, but It'll take some doing to see what my voice can do, now, and what has to be reshaped.
Well that's it for me, for now. Good seeing you all at the bonfire 😉 Afternoon, all -
Quick update for the forgotten counter 😉
One week, one day, 6 minutes and 33 seconds. 160 cigarettes not smoked, saving $36.02. Life saved: 13 hours, 20 minutes.
