@jpfraneto
i was going to sit to meditate and then go to sleep but i was closing my eyes and remembered that i hadn't written my anky of today. and i told myself that i would write my anky of today, every day f this year. and i want to take it seriously. so here i am, writing this anky. i want to talk about another thing that i told myself i would take seriously this year: my relatioship with weed. i want to keep integrating it. i want to keep going into the root of why it is so permeated by addiction. why does it feel like there is an invisible voice inside me that is magnetically attracted to the seansation of having smoked. it is not even the sensation actuaklly. it is more some sort of feeling associated with the process of doing the thing. it is not about being high,. it is about smoking. there is an unconscoious relationship with the process of doing something with the mouth. and bringing smoke to my lungs. and hitting my awareness so that it is *different*. i gratvitate towards altered stateds. somehow, my normal conscious state is so loud that i feel that i need to equalize it. on one moment of my life i did that with alcohol. too much. way more than recommended. i now forget things and blame ot to that. two days ago i was waklking on the shopping mall with my daughter on my shoulders and i met a girl. woma.n. i don't know how to call her. she is my age. and she smiled and told me: "hey"! as if she knew me. i also knew her. i hugged her. we both were happy about meeting each other. we talked a bit. she had a massive belly. 8 months pregnant. i told her about the soorllercoaster she was going to experience. first kid. but first i asked hoer how did she feel. tired she said. and hot. it was a hot day here in puerrto varas. and then after a weird and a little bit -just a little bit- awkward moment of hesistation we both said ok goodbye. and then mila asked me who she was. and i was blacnk. i don't really know, i told her. i don't remember her name. i just remember that i knew her in one moment of my life. probably and maybe we were friends. but i don't remember her name. and she has haunted me since. i really want to know her name. but i don't remember. and i fedefinitely blame that to all the amount of alcohol that i drank on my youth. and perhaps even the weed that i have mosmoked on the last years. i have also abused, for sure. i know that. and i want to go deeper into my relationship with it. last, year, my nye resolution was to run a marathon. my thought process was that if i ran a marathon i would have to train. and if i had to train i would hvave to , forcefully, stop smoking. i trained like a bearst. i ran the marathon. but i never stopped smoking. so it didn't work. and my resolution for this year was different. to do 333 days without smoking. it is january 11. and i have smoked 6. that means that the *days on which i can smoke* are running out, fast. i don't really know what will happen with me when they are over. but i definitely know that im disciplined enough to keep the promise to myself that i did. will it help me integrate my addictive nature? i don't really know. but it is a fun experiment and i enjoy gamifying life like this