Squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said
I love my cellphone and the day it will be able to notice that I can’t find it -again-, will be the day when I will be willing to call it smartphone…until then it’s just an android-something. I really didn’t want one, carried around an older, dinosaur flip phone and it worked just fine for me.
Today’s daily prompt asked us to think about a time, when we let something slide and asked us how we would fix it today. I read it first thing in the morning, made a quick reply on my kitchen blog and started my workday. I couldn’t shake it off, it was all day long on my mind and it made me almost angry. Is that what we try to teach the younger generations behind us. To be stuck in the past and trying to fix something that cannot be fixed? Plain and frankly, that’s Baloney..if I may say so.
Marilyn Armstrong, a blogger and photographer who I adore, did me the honor and wrote the first guest post about her own struggles when she quit smoking. Marilyn’s blog >>>Serendipity<<< is a “must read” for me and every day I look forward to her posts and pictures. You never know what subject she will write about and I find her way of writing very honest, real and witty. Marilyn talks about the social aspect of smoking, something that shouldn’t be underestimated. The addiction to the habit, overpowering the need for the actual cigarette.
I like the daily prompts, love to read what others have to say about the same subject I just wrote about.
However…lately I am not so thrilled anymore (and that’s an understatement). Someone called it the “Daily downer” and it made me laugh…but it is so true. We had a bad ice rain over night and even though I have lots to do, I am stuck at the house until it will warm up. I came online and read today’s daily prompt, asking me to write my own obituary and my first reaction was an “ewwwwwwww, that’s morbid”.
Cubans legendary cigars were long banned in the US…and now the White House is easing the sanctions on Cuban cigars, and many American can’t wait to buy them legally. Smokers are happy about it, and Cuban tobacco growers are celebrating; they can’t wait to sell the cigars to Americans, after all, it’s a million dollar business. Cuban tobacco growers see this as a significant opportunity for their business and try to create an appetite for their product. It wasn’t available for so long…people need to develop a new taste for it.
I never looked at cigarettes as an addictive substance…back then when I still smoked (that sounds good, doesn’t it?) The first time somebody called me an addict at the qsmb I just laughed, looked at my screen and murmured “well Bozo you might be an addict, but I am not”.
A year has passed, since I decided to give up smoking. All of you who follow my journey know, that it was a fairly easy transition for me. Smoking was no pleasure anymore toward the end. I felt short of breath when I tried to run while playing with the dogs. I felt nervous all the time, called it anxiety (smoking doesn’t relax…that’s a fairy tale) and then there was my cough and my constant throat clearing every morning and even so I didn’t admit it…I knew it came from smoking.