On this very day, one year ago, an epic story began with a craving.
The next day, I scratched the itch.
A week later, I was still itching.
The next day, my roommates scratched the itch.
15 days after it began, I decided to take back my life. On the way to work that morning, I decided to take the itching to work to spread the love and get it out of my system. I swore I'd quit scratching.
On day 26 of my no-scratch policy, I was in Boston for interviews. I was tempted to scratch the itch, but a special friend saved the day.
Even once I was moved and settled, I was tempted.
Since completely denying yourself of something is torturous and will eventually and usually lead you to gorge on the denied object, a goal was set, and a scratch promised.
When the day finally came, 58 days later!, I scratched the itch.
It was the last time.