Nearing the end of day one . . . really the one-hundredth-day-one. Things look so repetitive from here. I just yelled at the kids, progressively more and more throughout the afternoon until I really lit into them (verbally) at bedtime . . . for being kids. Sweet, squirrelly little kids.
I'm a calm guy. There was a time in my life when I always held my composure. I can't give nicotine all of the credit for the swirling whirlwind of stupidity that I've become, but it sure has helped a lot.
I look forward to a someday in which I am calm--in which my mind responds to reason. This me is a long way from the me I thought I was becoming.
I hope this helps.
