New Year’s Eve: The night you are expected to give up something, to gain something else that you are pressured into wanting.
Let me explain – We are pressured to stop smoking (or whatever) by family members and well-meaning friends. Our smoking (addiction) comforts us, and we don’t want to give it up. We know that smoking does horrible things to our body. We know how expensive cigarettes are because we have to buy them. We have tried to quit before, and things went badly.
We are afraid to face life without smoking (or whatever). We need to smoke – to feel calm, balanced and non-homicidal. That is your frame of mind before you go to the New Years Eve party. Then when you are caught up in the moment, you (loudly) declare you will finally quit smoking. Everybody claps and cheers and you blush and take a deep bow.
You wake up and it’s January 1st. You may or may not have a hangover, but you are dragging butt just the same. Morning coffee and a cigarette will get you right again. Suddenly, you remember that you vowed to quit smoking, while dramatically tossing your last pack into the fireplace. You curse yourself for wasting cigarettes like that.
You manage to stay quit 2 more hours before running to the nearest 7-11 and buying a few packs. Possibly some chocolate also, to help ease the guilt of letting yourself and others down. What a depressing way to start a new year!
That is why I will not make any new year’s resolutions tomorrow. (Is that a resolution?) I want to start the new year off positively.
And I need to figure out how to do that – by tomorrow 😉
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