On the 6th day...

'On the 6th day, let there be a light up-but there wasn't, and it was frustrating...'

Six whole days without a cigarette, it seemed fine on the first couple of days; but day three and day five were a bit of a struggle. At times, it felt as if my brain had been replaced by a bag of marshmallows, it's even felt a bit surreal and trippy. After seventeen years of puffing like a chimney, I guess it wasn't going to be that easy.
I have actually been reasonably fine moodwise, a bit irritable and a downright C U Next Tuesday at times; it was a stinker of a day, on Sunday, being followed by the 'black dog', but I think that was just one of those days.
For now, creativity is also on hold, till my brain starts being able to concentrate and focus without drifting off into a cloud of imaginary cigarette smoke.

Last Gasp

Tomorrow, I quit smoking!
After all these years I'm finally giving up. It's strange because I am actually looking forward to giving up smoking; I know it's going to be a challenge, I'll be cranky and it will be a bit of a nightmare but I am determined to do it!
I signed up to a programme to help me quit, the person asked me if 'smoking helps with my creativity', and just for a few moments, I thought about how a lot of artists and creative types always appeared to be puffing on a cigarette, how it seemed to go with the territory. I told her, that I don't think it really does.


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