Hypersensitivosaurus woke up one morning, with the intention to stop eating poultry all together. That day, for the first time in years, he didn't chase any giant chicken, even though it was the day that he usually hunted.
Instead, he had to make do with fruit and plants. Quite a challenge for a carnivore, to say the least.
It made him feel pretty miserable. The voices in his head were more negative than usual and it seemed almost impossible to get rid of them. It was one of those days where he felt very sorry for himself. Even the beauty of the nature surrounding him, Spring had seriously started, didn't seem strong enough to put a smile on his face.
Not that raptors smile a lot but I'm sure you get the point. Saying he had known better days would be a huge understatement.
Going cold turkey was rough. His nose was running the entire day and managed to feel stuffed at the same time. The headache and pain behind his eyes were ever present. He felt extremely low on energy and had to work hard to not spend the entire day doing nothing ( but feeling sorry for himself ).
It also didn't help much that he had always liked the chase. Perhaps it wasn't necessarily about the big birds themselves and about eating them, but raptors were made to run and that was exactly what he was missing out on this day.
The FOMO was killing him.
But what was the point of running without any goal? What would others think of him if he was just running for the running itself?
That day he felt like a plant, a plant who used to eat meat. Would he ever get used to this?
No matter what, tomorrow would be another day...
The above was kind of a freewrite, inspired by 48 hours without coffee.
In all honesty, I had a coffee an hour ago ( around PM ), as the way I was feeling wasn't fun any more. I tried to quit drinking coffee several times, in the last couple of years and I never really managed to stuck to it.
The question I usually ask myself is:
are the pluses outweighing the minuses?
I don't think so.
The reason I skipped a day of coffee was merely that I felt ( not for the first time ) too much coffee is making me anxious. It's fair to say that no coffee at all does the same to me ( at least when I go cold turkey on it ).
In the end, it's all about balance ( story of my life, Libra, half of a twin ). Not too much, not too little. Let's see if I can stick to one coffee per day ( like this afternoon ) and not first thing in the morning. Perhaps, if I manage to reach this point, I can actually skip a day, occasionally, without suffering?
I'm looking forward to hearing your experiences with this accepted drug/ natural medicine, in other words, your coffee stories in the comment section. In turn, I will sprinkle some Lotus love wherever I can.
comments on the watercolor turkey that I drew today are welcomed too :<)