While I was sitting with my nicotine withdrawal earlier, I was saying my morning prayers, asking god to take my nicotine addiction away, take all the pain and discomfort. And then I started to get crabby because these withdrawals have been going on for well over a month. Fucking Greg.

And then I kind of scolded myself, “God’s got nothing to do with this.”

My nicotine withdrawal is the consequence of decades of smoking. My smoking. No amount of praying is going to take that physical pain away. Sure, the cosmos can give us everything we need to make it through our struggles but we still have to deal with any bullshit that we've created.

And then I think, “haven’t I suffered with this enough?”

And then I think again, “no, karma is fair and balanced.”

Karma doesn’t torture us. We do.

Sometimes I think that I struggle more than I should, though. I can and do make life harder than it needs to be. I'm just not good at it. I know how to make crazy. Because it's my go to.

And then I was thinking of what Scott Peck wrote in the late 70s:

Life is difficult.

Nothing else stood out in The Road Less Traveled more to me than that. Not that I’m on the same cosmic level as him but I think it would’ve been more appropriate to say that “life is balanced.” He may have wrote that, too, but I don’t remember.

Sure, life is hard and full of struggles but it’s absolutely magnificent, too.

Just living can be frustrating, disappointing, aggravating but it’s also fulfilling, magical, and surreally spectacular.

So what to do when I’m annoyed with myself and the mess I’ve made? When there’s nothing left for me to do on my end? I stop thinking about me and my horrors and look around to see what else is going on. What’s good happening in the cosmos?

Because even when the sky is gray and the air rainy, the world is beautifully overflowing with sweet Jesus goodness. It’s got flowers and everything.

#photos #flowers #advancedsoul #diariespodcast

“Fucking Greg” is the new “Thanks Obama.”

Yep. I even say it when I’m by myself.

Haha yep!

It’s got a nice ring to it

Who’s Greg?

Who is Greg you might ask? That is a very good question.

Greg is Norwegian. A simple man with locks of gold and a mustache to match. Muscles toned and tanned to a reddish brown. The women adore him and his fanny pack of Caesar spiced croutons. His wit is quick and his axe is sharp yet his heart is as pure as the Newfoundland snow.

He often can be seen wearing only but knee-high leather boots, the best Corinthian leather generally saved for the gods. His ranch dressing is spicy but palatable, chivey yet smooth.

If you listen closely you might just hear him sing a little ditty about Jack and Diane on a warm summer night. There’ll be a twinkle in his eye and a dab of parmesan on his lip.

Greg sounds like a fine man. Where does he hang out?

Greg may seem like a real cool guy, until you get to know him. He ruins everything. Fucking Greg.

A dab’ll do ya. Do ya real good.

Thanks for sharing!!!

Yep!

Nicely said.

Thank you!

I don’t know if this visual will be an encouragement that you are on the right path, but it showed a pretty clear picture to me.

I can’t watch anymore!!!

Sorry! I hope that didn’t offend you. I had just never seen it presented so clearly before.

On another note, who is missing their healthy lungs???

Nope, no offense taken. It’s just grizzly 😊

It is awful.

He’ll wrip your lungs out Jim!

My exes name is Greg… fucking Greg!

We admitted we were powerless over nicotine and that our lives were unmanageable. Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. Maybe the patch is the pain. God will do for us what we cannot do for ourselves.

It’d be nice if it were that easy for everybody

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