Good night, sweet prance

An addiction, recognized, is suddenly an elephant and not a cozy inner skin.

Once upon a time, I was a cigarette smoker, and then I wasn't.  Because I recognized the timing of my tokes.  I became present in those moments.  I expected them, and I did something different.  Lo and behold, 9.5 years since I transitioned.

Now another inner skin has outed itself as an elephant.

And it's the same damn method to release the burden.  It's bigger, but no better.

Don't wish me luck, that has nothing to do with it.  I just have to stay present, and that's not a question of hope... but do.