Day four. I have let go some of the things for few weeks now. Coffee and tea, working on cussing and swearing ( I tried cuss jar, a dollar each cuss, but the thought of letting go a dollar bill over my unnecessary action is scary enough for me to stop cussing, apparently).
I’m not an expert in human psychology, but I’ve read somewhere that if you suppress an urge, it might pop up in the dreams channel to get out. So, last night I had a dream of having a cup of coffee. With milk and sugar, freshly poured from a big black coffee maker… still warm and smelt good and so yummy.
Then I took a sip.
Then I remembered, even in my dream, that I am not to drink coffee anymore. Surprisingly enough, I threw the coffee away.
Guess I can’t get away, even in the dreams.