Don't you just hate having to give up something you really like? Cigars, I love em'. I like the taste, the smell, the feel of them. But two weeks ago I decided I was tired of being a slave to tobacco. And with my addictive personality that is exactly what I was. I started smoking cigars on my 40th birthday, about 5yrs ago I decided chewing on them was the way to quit. Yeah ask anyone who dips or chews how easy it is to quit... out of the pan into the fire as usual. So it became obvious cold turkey was going to be the only way to get the job done. So it has been done, but not without a great deal of discomfort to myself and my family. It is however, getting easier by the day. I refuse to give in at this point, knowing I would have to go through all this again at some later date.
Ok, so there's my personal story, now for the pondering, what is there to be passionate about in life that is not harmful to body or soul in some form or fashion? I just don't get it, and then there is the absolute possibility that I have missed something- which also concerns me to some degree. To clarify, I am not unhappy in life, I just can't say I am passionate about anything. I can't say for sure I ever have been, nothing comes to mind. Maybe I'm passionate about not being passionate-- see what happens when I get too much time on my hands? Later!
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