It’s now been well over three days that I have been smoke free. It’s going well, but right now I am partying and there are cigarettes around and I have already been offered some but I am holding fast to my obligations not to smoke. I quit with the beer a few hours ago and am just drinking water now, but the partying continues and with it so do the urges to smoke.
What it really is is that this is the first time in a long time that I have partied without smoking. I have to learn how to do it without reaching for a cigarette.
My Super 8 made it to the lab and should be here in time for Christmas. So I will have lots of time to draw all over it. Yay!
I’m feeling positive about my life. I think I’m going to be okay. I just need a little more direction. I have some shows coming up and I am producing again and my creativity is reviving.
Being diagnosed bipolar really kicked my career in the ass. It took a long time to learn how to live with it. And it always takes a while to recover. From those BIG episodes. Sheesh. It fucks me over for about a year.
But it’s been since 2007 that I had a big episode, so I am glad. I value my mental health.