Life's Punctuation

In continuing with the "no accidents" theme of this blog (my life), today I received this in my mail:

~~May all your mistakes be commas in the story of the better life you are creating~~

I am on day 3 of not smoking cigs... I don't think I've made it this far in years... I feel better, physically, but not emotionally... So, I take it out on those around me. Most easily, poor Hayden. Last night I woke up three different times to crab at him, not because he woke me up, but because I knew he *would* come wake me up and I wanted him to know how much I wasn't gonna like it. I'm over sensitive to others, too... it's all taken personally. It's not like there really is a *bad* time to quit smoking, but I do wonder if this is a *good* time -- which is such a cop out... If I want to smoke, I should just smoke and not justify it and if I'm gonna quit, I should just do that and decide what it is I'm gonna do instead.
Yeah, well, for today, I'm gonna go off somewhere alone and grumble. I feel a good cry coming on, too, and I need to get that outta me...
Hey, I just noticed feeling returning to my fingertips, how cool!