Ciggyfree Blog & Gov Alert

Growing

I know that my quit is not a person, or even a living thing. But I am going to take some poetic license here and write about it as if it were a person. I read somewhere that writers can do that. I draw a line at giving my quit a gender â€“ it will remain an it to me.

I have been quit long enough now that I have a most intimate relationship with my quit. I know itâ€™s moods, I know itâ€™s likes and dislikes, I know itâ€™s foibles and quirks. I know it like the back of my hand.

Itâ€™s a moody thing. It can be as bright as a new spring day, or as dark as the far side of the moon. It can be a walk in the park or shoveling snow in a blizzard. It is really a lot of things from time to time. It never stays static. It grows as a child will.

When young, it changed from day to day or even minute to minute. Itâ€™s attention span was short lived. Itâ€™s demands were intense, and it needed constant care and nurturing. It easily got into trouble, and made mistakes. It didn’t know what trouble was, sometimes, until it got burned. I had to step in a number of times to save it. It was more often like a brat than an angel.

As it grew, it changed. It is now less demanding of constant attention. It still needs to have discipline applied from time to time. But itâ€™s learning how to deal with the world around it. I used to be lucky, or very busy, to not think about the quit for five minutes. Now, I go for hours without thinking about smoking. Not a lot of hours, but at least a couple. The quit is learning to be self sufficient. However, that process is new, and I still have to nurture it. It can still get into a bad mood every once in a while.

My quit still has a lot to learn. I know I will experience things I can’t anticipate. My quit needs to grow into a responsible, mature, and vigilant part of who I am. I have to make it part of my nature, and that is as intimate as you can get.

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