I drove right past it!
On my way home from yoga this morning I planned to stop and get a diet Pepsi from the corner gas station. I know what you're thinking: Is 44 ounces of artificially sweetened, dyed and caffeinated carbonation really the best way to end a morning of strength training, and meditation? Personally, I think it is. Though I do try to scale it back to 32 ounces some days. Yoga is all about balance. And I walk away from it as relaxed as a jelly fish, so to balance that out and get back a healthy amount of anxiety and tension, I drink Pepsi (It makes perfect sense in my mind). But I digress ... The point I'm trying to make is that this morning I was thinking about my book, and I drove right past the gas station. Right past it! I didn't even realize until I got home what I'd done. There was not shaking, no automatic turning into the parking lot, no cold sweats or salivating when I saw the Chevron sign. There was nothing. My point? Apparently writing is stronger than anything, even classical conditioning. Take that Pavlov.
***Update*** I just added that image and about sprinted to my car.