When I was a smoker, much of the time I remember smoking to be pleasurable experience, an activity that I looked forward to really, an activity that made me feel good about living and just plain being alive. It was what I looked forward to awakening from sleep to give me that kick to get things going and the nightcap that would sedate me to rest and sleep.
Never thought I would live without them for they were such a very large part of what made me, me. Something terribly right happened to me that day, the day I laid down my matches. And to this day they have not seen the sites of my lips.
Looking back I try to feel what smoking use to do for me, but there nothing there nothing to feel other than what once was an addiction to them and the loss of freedom that I suffered because of them. That’s it, yes that’s it.
If you can remain quit for a week, then why not a month, a year and then two years. And then discover how much you truly appreciate the freedom that this brings.
Stickin to it
