Gentlemen,
I have fallen yet again. And 2 days short of my previous record (19, last time was 21).
It happened literally minutes before the fast was to begin. I don't know how it happened. It was so fast. It only lasted a few minutes. In fact, it might even be called a "slip-extended" rather than a fall.
That's how short it was and it wasn't even premeditated like last time.
But it was still a fall.
So basically, my 3 weeks was framed with falls. The last one before this was on 17th of Tammuz itself, and the latest was on erev Tisha B'av.
What does it mean? I don't know, go ask a Kabbalist.
I felt terrible in shul, just minutes after my fall. I couldn't even focus on anything. I just kept asking myself how it could have happened. It was like a Blitzkrieg. Out of nowhere, and it's over before you even know what happened.
When I came back, I read my entire original thread in the "Break Free" section here
rehab-my-site.com/guardureyes/forum/index.php?topic=503.0 Then I pretty much cried myself to sleep. Not literally, but I shed tears, that's for sure.
Yes, I cried. I don't want to sound like a tough guy or anything, but I never cry. Not after the way I was raised, which basically forced me to develop a tough exterior or crumble. Life hurts less when your emotions are turned off.
I forgot how much gold is in that thread, especially the first three pages. I wish there was some way I could save it to my hard drive (is there?).
I also realized how much I have changed since then, only 2 months ago. Reading that thread, especially the original post, you can feel the pain, the anguish, the frustration, and the anger coming out of the screen at you. It's still there, but much less.
I still have a long way to go but it's encouraging to see the change.
I have decided to refrain from giving out anything that may be construed as "advice" until I actually finish all 90 days. Probably won't even give "chizuk" until then either. What right I have to do so until I make it? It's like driving to the basket for a layup or a dunk--you go full speed, put your head down, lower shoulder, and go up as hard as you can without thinking about passing (giving advice) or getting hammered on the way up (a fall). You just go. Just you and the basket (I like sports analogies if you can't tell).
And that's how it's gonna be. Just me and 90.
Problem is, this is turning out to to be the hardest layup I've ever tried to make. It's like Shaq is guarding that basket or something, and I'm only 6 feet tall.
This is proving harder than I ever thought it would be.
90 days, you are now my personal enemy. I WILL get you. It might take me 10 more tries, but I'll do it, cause I don't know what it means to quit. I know what it means to fail, but not to quit. There's a major difference.
"I've failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed."
-Michael Jordan
So, if I finish today, Tisha b'Av, that would make it Day One. Again.....again.
What does that mean?
I don't know, go ask a Kabbalist.