It's been two weeks since I quit smoking. In pursuit still of the recreational user. I won't be comfortable smoking until I'm working again, but the thought of being high anytime soon does upset me a bit.
Without the right mentality, one hit is a dangerous slope. The recreational user can smoke a little and return to sobriety, a pothead will find any excuse to keep smoking.
I continue to pay more attention to myself-how I feel, pitfalls and triumphs. I'm not quite as productive as I'd like to be, but I'm getting the hang of sobriety. I think that once I get on a regular diet and exercise like a champ, I'm going to find myself churning out "stuff" like a champ. I will finish my screenplay soon. I will bask in the bright pride of a feature-length script that is not only finished, but good enough to share. My low self-esteem is responsible for my perfectionism. My fear of failure keeps me in traction. With my head above the clouds, I can deal with these personal hurdles like a boss.
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