Wednesday, October 29, 2014

...and that’s it.

That’s my cue. That’s my signal to stop. I’ve waited for it, and now that it has come, I’m accepting it fully with no hint of resentment at all.

It’s going to be weird failing a hit of a habit that’s been difficult to break. It’s going to feel like rice as a part of the meal and one day, I just stop eating it—something would always be missing. It’s going to be challenging trying to live up to what was once always there and now nowhere to be found.

I’m sorry. I really am.