four weeks of solace. thumbs twiddling, heels kicking, holding horses, and killing nothing but time.
that time has been rubbed out and bled dry and it is time to get my hands wet and my feet dirty. i'm not going to mislead myself by saying that i'm overjoyed, however i'd be stretching it to say that i am intrigued and a little excited to get this ball rolling. my confidence in my abilities extends far past the confidence i have in my lungs. i need to stop smoking, it isn't a want, it is a necessity. i stare at those sawtooth mountains, tall as giants whose heads peak through the clouds, and i am taken aback. these lungs needs breath more than ever and i aim to give that to him. along with trying to stop biting my nails, nipping my smokie treat habit in the bud will make up two of my four new years resolutions.
there is no telling what may come as the months advance, i need to stay clear minded and vigilant.
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