Time and patience has a way of changing the way you feel about things. At times, when the "thought" suddenly appears out of nowhere, it's like the grim reaper hiding in the darkest part of our minds, desperately trying to get you to justify that "one". And you know, that's exactly how I see smoking now. It would scare me to death to smoke a cigarette now, because I would think, "What if this is the one that starts that cancer"? That's enough in itself to turn me away. Thanks for all your encouraging words Stickin To It.
~Stormy~
Was it just yesterday? No, not really. Does it seem like yesterday? No, not so much anymore, for quite a spell has passed since my last, and a tad of living has been lived as well. Do you miss them? No, I can’t say that I do. I care not to think about them anymore. Sometimes I get anxious and a smoking thought slips in “Here I am!” however that’s rare anymore. Sometimes I view it from another angle and I let the thought stew for awhile to see just how much desire I would have for one. I don’t anymore, the desire is not there. Why is that? Well one is never enough, never; I do not want to spend the time and energy quitting all over again, and I would end up doing that again because I’m not happy be a smoker. That’s why I quit in the first place, right? That’s exactly it.
