Cowboy Killers.
Oh boy… this is going to suck.
I normally have a rule about announcing my intentions to attempt something before I’m well underway. If you say it, then people have the right to give you shit when you fail, or harass you when you change your mind. It is best to keep some things to yourself, make it about your desires, not others disappointment.
But… Somethings need to be said. To make them real. So that you feel shame when you fail. So that you try harder, because you said you meant to do something, and you mean to keep your word; even if it is only to yourself.
Well, here it goes.
I am going to slowly ween myself off cigarettes. I am going to get to a place where I can straight up quit. I am not there right now, but I will get there. There are alot of smaller promises within this one that I will have to keep to finally be able to quit, but that is the final goal.
Quit.
