Today is my ONE YEAR Anniversary of Not Smoking!

I’m very, very happy to announce that today marks one full year since I quit smoking. I smoked for a VERY long time – over 30 years.

During those decades, I tried to quit smoking dozens of times by using various techniques. You name it and I probably tried: pills, nicotine gum, the patch, hypnosis, etc.

I think none of it worked for me because I didn’t really want it to. Like most people who smoke for a long time, I absolutely loved smoking. I had no real desire to quit. Part of me always knew that I’d quit someday, but I just wasn’t there yet.

But then things changed for me after I met and married my wonderful Lisa. I just love her so incredibly much!  I knew that I wanted as many healthy years with her as I possible, so the smoking just had to go.

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Several days before I quit, I had set August 8, 2015 to be my last day smoking. I told myself that I was going to do it cold turkey. I didn’t want to cut down first and slowly ease my way off of the cigarettes. I also didn’t want to use any sorts of products, such as a patch, that contained nicotine. Those can be very effective quitting methods for a lot of people, but they take a little bit longer than I wanted to take. I wanted to get all nicotine out of my system as quickly as possible so that my body could start healing as quickly as possible.

And you know what’s very cool? In the days leading up to my last day of smoking, I had no doubts at all as to whether or not I’d be able to quit. I absolutely knew I was going to do it this time. My mind was made up and my heart was totally in it.

After my last cigarette, my body definitely went through withdrawals and I did physically crave cigarettes. My mind didn’t crave them, but my body still did. That part of it wasn’t easy. But I knew it was just a temporary situation and I just had to wait it out. Sure enough, in a very short time, the nicotine was totally out of my system and the physical cravings were completely gone.

With each passing day, I felt better and better. Over the past year, my body has healed a lot from not smoking. I’m now more physically active than I’ve ever been before. Lisa and I take longs walks together almost every day and I feel fantastic. Also, I’ve grown to appreciate nature in ways that I never had in the past. If you had told Smoker Buddy a couple of years ago that going on Nature Hikes was going to be something that he loved doing, he’d have said you were crazy!

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Ex-Smoker Buddy thinks much, much differently.

I am a very proud ex-smoker and I am never going back again.

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My, my, my, it’s a Beautiful World

I like to keep things light and fun here on the site, but man, the world sure has been filled with a lot of hatred lately, hasn’t it? Here in America…in other parts of the world…everywhere. It seems like more and more people hate each other every day. Yes, it can be argued that there’s always been a lot of hate in the world and unfortunately, that would be be a very valid argument.

But the thing that drives me crazy is…why does it have to be this way? People hate each other because of having different skin colors, different religions, different politics, different opinions, etc. It’s absolutely ridiculous.

Why can’t we all just be friends? Yeah, I know, probably too much to ask for there, huh? Okay, then why can’t we all just try to respect each other? That shouldn’t be too much to ask for, right? Would it really be that difficult for everyone to try to do?

What’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding? More importantly, why are those things so hard to achieve?

It’s all actually very simple…or at least it should be. We may never all totally get along and I understand that. But we should not hate each other just because we’re different from each other. If you really hate someone else just because they’re a different religion or color than you or have different politics than you, then you really need to WAKE UP and look at the real big picture.

Beneath all of the hatred out there, it really is a beautiful world. And it’s not even that far beneath the hatred. It’s right there…for all of us. There’s so much out there for all of us to enjoy, for all of us to love.

So, let’s not waste it all because of stupid things like hatred. All we have to do is be nice to each other and try to respect each others’ differences. It really is that simple.

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#BeingBuddy: All Hail The King of Procrastination

Greetings, my good people. I am Buddy Gott, The King of Procrastination. No, no. Thank you, but no kneeling is required. Please stand up. Now sit down. Now stand back up and take two steps to your right. Do as the King says, my minions! Okay, I’m kidding. I’ll stop. Please relax now and make yourself comfortable as I tell you about my life in royalty.

I’ve held my title of The King of Procrastination for a very long time. I’ve wanted to give up my crown for many years, but I kept putting it off. (Get it? Haha!) Seriously, though, I am happy to report that I’ve been working on recognizing my problem and I’m changing my ways. I’m procrastinating less and less and there’s even been talk that I may get impeached and I’ll no longer be the King.

But even though I’ve been the King, procrastination certainly isn’t exclusive to me, is it? I know quite a few people who have problems with procrastinating. I see my friends joke about it online nearly every day.

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So, why do we all do it? I guess the answers are different for each of us and can change from day to day, but for me, it’s usually because of some element of fear. As I’ve been learning more and more lately, fear has played a very large part in my life in many different ways.

What kind of fears do I have that make me procrastinate? Well, let’s take a look at something like me writing this posting. I write a new post every week and I usually have very little trouble writing them. However, for whatever reason, this week’s posting made me feel intimidated. I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to come up with anything good for a topic. Then I came up with a topic (not this one) and thought it was rotten and I abandoned it.

Looking back now, it wasn’t a bad idea at all, but I’d gotten myself into a negative kind of funk and then things started to spiral. I was doubting everything I was going to do and it had all started with fear. That’s basically always been the main reason why I’ve procrastinated with my writings. Whether it’s a posting here on my site, or work I’m doing on a book, I often put things off because I’m unsure of what I’m going to create or I’m unsure of the quality of it. Then I put those things off until later…or until never at all.

But here’s the thing. When I actually do whatever it is I was afraid of, it’s never as bad as I think it’s going to be. I’m not claiming that everything I do is wonderful, but doing something, doing anything is better than doing nothing at all.

So, if you’re like me and there are things that you hesitate doing because of some sort of fear you have, try your best to push through it. Don’t put it off until later if it’s something you feel you need to do or that you want to do.

Just do it as soon as you can. The sooner you do it, the sooner it won’t be something that’s bothering you. Do it now and chances are good that you’ll feel better almost immediately. And not even because of what you did or how you did it.

You’ll mainly be feeling better because you didn’t quit. You had a goal and you met it. You won.

Plus, if you do those kinds of things now and don’t put them off until later, you’ll have less of a chance of being the person who replaces me as The King (or Queen) of Procrastination.

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Oh, sure. You might like the idea of wearing a crown. I understand that. Just remember, though, that not everyone looks good wearing a crown. You could end up looking creepy.

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VERY, VERY CREEPY!!!

 

 

Upcoming Release: Mr. Nice Guy by Buddy Gott

I’m so incredibly excited about this! A very big THANK YOU to my wife and co-publisher, Lisa M. Gott, for the beautiful book cover she designed for Mr. Nice Guy. I love it!

Gott Publishing is excited to announce the publication of Buddy Gott’s debut novel, a romantic comedy, MR. NICE GUY. About the Book: About the Author: Buddy Gott is a writer of many things. A…

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The Woman with the Balloons

BalloonsWhy was she holding the balloons? That was the first thing I thought of when I saw her moving toward me in the alley beside my house. Looking back, I wonder why I didn’t wonder about other things, such as why she seemed to be growling as she walked. That should have scared me. That should have made me run. But no, I kept staring at those balloons.

I tried to get a good look at the woman, but it was nearly impossible. Everything she wore was black, including the hood that obscured most of her face. The only things that weren’t black were the balloons. They were bright and were getting brighter and brighter as she moved closer to me.

She began to walk faster and her growls grew louder. I took a step back and tripped, falling to the ground. I tried to get back up but the woman was now there. Hovering mere inches over me.

I looked up to where her face should have been, but there was no face. What was there instead was a bizarre mix of both shadows and fog. The shadows were moving as if they were doing some sort of exotic dance and the small patches of fog mirrored the shadows’ movements.

The growling I’d heard earlier was now much louder than before. I looked again at the woman and suddenly realized that the sounds were not coming from her. They were coming from the balloons she was still holding in her right hand.

I started to rise, but the woman raised her left hand, pointing it at my chest. I suddenly felt like a bomb had gone off within my body. My life had ended in an instant. I knew it. But how could that be? If it was all over, how was I even having those thoughts?

My body was then beneath me, lying motionless on the ground. Whatever I had now become was now drifting upward, but not under my own control. The face of shadows and fog looked at me, then turned to look at the balloons.

The next thing I knew I was inside of one of the balloons. I tried to say something, but it only came out as a growl. Nearly identical growls answered me from all of the other balloons.

Even though we couldn’t speak in human voices, I was able to understand them and they were able to understand me.

“What is going on? What’s happened to me?” I asked.

“It was your time to die. The woman with the balloons is the Soul Drifter. She collects our souls and places them in these balloons.”

“And then what happens?”

“She will figure out where we go next. Then she releases our balloons. Some of us will float away to heaven. Others’ balloons will pop and those of us in those balloons will plummet down to hell. And then there are others who will be delivered back to live again.”

“What about me? Where am I going?”

But before the other souls could answer me, the woman with the balloons turned to look at me again. This time, the shadows and the fog in her face were completely still. I felt myself drift out of the balloon and instantly turn into mist. Joining the shadows and fog, I danced with them in the way I’d seen them dance before.

Then it all came back to me. I’d been here. Many times. This was my true home.

While most souls are destined for heaven, hell, or reincarnation, there are some of us who continuously travel from place to place and from body to body. It is our destiny to join together with others like us. We individual drifters become the one Soul Drifter, using our shared experiences to help other souls find their way.

While I loved my human life, being back here, this is what makes me feel complete. This is my destiny. I am the woman with the balloons. I am the Soul Drifter.