I fell about a week ago because I became disinterested in the battle. I could have easily won. In fact, after 50 days clean, my habits had set me not to fall. But I broke it anyway because I had lost my inspiration to stay in the fight, as easy as it was. I think it was because for the entire duration of those 50 days I was telling myself:
And then... Nothing. No special or auspicious time to keep me interested in the fight.
So I wasn't interested. I'd forgotten, or wanted to forget, the reasons I had given up my addiction. And therefore, I considered and concluded (wrongly) that I pretty much was fighting for no reason.
My fall though, acted as a wake-up call, reminding me of my previous life and how much I hated it.
Now I've dragged myself out again, and this time I know that winning is possible. I know that it's not so hard at all. And, most importantly of all, I remember why I'm doing this, and I'm not doing it just because of the time of year; I'm doing it because I believe in it.
And this time, I will (IY"H, BL"N, and all the other quotified abbreviations) succeed!
Unfortunately, I'm one of the younger generation, who's grown up with everything being easy and convenient. Every time I take upon myself to complete a difficult task, I feel disheartened and I cannot complete it if I believe that it is truly difficult.
So I analyze it, and break it up into bite-size chunks, and consider each.
And so forth. Little actions that I believe I can accomplish.
Then I take them and add them up. Easy! I can do this!