I am challenging myself to blog daily with NaBloPoMo’s prompts. Today’s prompt…
Tell us about your worst habit?
This is a question I have grappled with. At the moment I don’t feel I have any bad habits worth writing about. Which is kind of shocking and good.
From a very young age I dealt with lots and lots of abuse. Whether it be sexual, drugs, alcohol, verbal and violence I have had my fair share of them all. By the time I was in middle school I was so miserable with my life I wanted to end it. And I tried.
The good news is I got my act together by my junior/senior year of high school. Although I still enjoyed boozing it up with my buddies the rest of the stuff was a thing of the past. I don’t even like being in the same room with people who do drugs. I am one of the lucky ones.
By far my worst habit in all of my 44 years on this planet was smoking cigarettes. Man oh man I loved them for a very very long time. I started smoking as a teen and continued until the age of 29. I “practiced” quitting for at least a year before I actually did it. My boyfriend (now my husband) and I took the red eye home from Vegas and by the time I got home I had been awake for 24 hours. I was hung over and exhausted. The next two days were a sleepy, hazy blur. By the time I was actually feeling awake, I realized I had gone 72 hours without smoking. I went with it and never picked it up again.
I am grateful every day that I got butts and so many other bad habits out of my life.
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