Sunday, January 5, 2014
I made a similar decision on my journey to freedom from the Nicodemon. I quit smoking several years ago. Smoking cessation is clearly a positive change. I had introduced a different way of living. I was diligent in this lifestyle change in the beginning. After a while, though, I forgot to nurture the journey. I thought it was over. After 5 years and 23 days, I started smoking again. I was depressed and stressed and thought “just one” would calm my nerves. It did not. I know now that this type of lifestyle change needs continuous supervision and nurturing.
My journey has been fraught with stormy seas for the last 25 months. I became even more depressed because I could not quit smoking. As a result, I smoked more. I can see a clearing on the horizon now. And there, just ahead, is a new island – The Isle of Freedom. I will reach The Isle of Freedom on January 24. I anticipated a rocky landing. My ship may be damaged in the landing. I will not let these little problems stop me from assimilating to the lifestyle of the island. I will find the darkest cave where the Nicodemon lives and slay that beast.
This is a positive decision! This is a positive lifestyle change, and there will be no regrets this time. This journey will end on calm seas!
Friday, January 3, 2014
Learning to ride a bike is not the easiest task for a youngster, but I don’t remember that part of it. I was never a graceful child and still lack grace as an adult. I am sure that I had a few skinned knees and elbows, but I do not remember them. I do remember my banana seat bike and the tassels on the handlebars. The supporting metal for the seat made a perfect handle for Daddy’s hand to hold me steady as I learned to ride. I never even knew that he let go of me when I first rode on my own. We lived on a sandy road, so it was difficult for a little girl to pedal. I guess it was difficult for adults, too, because Daddy flew over the handlebars when he tried to show me to how to get around a curve in the sand. I did learn to manage the sand and spent many hours “exploring” on my bike.
I have tried many times to stop smoking, but it is a little like riding in the sand. I am still learning and not very good at it. I took a five year ride before I fell and scraped my knees pretty badly. It has taken me over 2 years to get up the courage to try to ride again. I am there now and have set a date. January 24 I will once again go smoke free. In the meantime, I will prepare myself. Part of that preparation will be blogging.
I am going to ride my bike through the sand and slay the Nicodemon forever this time!