I haven’t written a blog lately. To be honest I haven’t had any new topics of inspiration. Yesterday I celebrated 295 days of freedom and for me it’s always bitter sweet because I wish I had quit a long time ago. On and off for the last few days I have had the sense of/for smoking. They are very slight and last a few seconds. I pause and wonder, where did this come from? However, I do not spend a lot of time thinking about it or trying to figure it out. I just let it go.
I have been cleaning and reorganizing the garage. The place I smoked the most. It seems to be a slight trigger which is a little disappointing because I am there daily but the last few days have been different. Maybe it’s a good thing and not a curse. I can use it as a reminder that I still have to protect my quit. Even 4 days from 300 it is still a “choice” and I choose freedom. There is nothing automatic about staying quit. No I don' think about smoking that often but there are still times that it takes work and determination that no matter what SINAO. Smoking is not an option.
On the funnier side, for the last month or so I have been pursued by (get this) men that smoke and or drink excessively. Yuck! Lol. I could tell some stories. They just don’t get it but I refuse to go there. I lost a quit dating a smoker and I am not going to do that anymore. I have been in a funk with all of the lastest headline news and so many lives lost. Writing this helps put me in a better place. Like Marilyn said we spend too much time adding up troubles instead of counting our blessings. So on that note. I am very thankful that I do not smoke anymore and wish the very best to all and prayers for our dear Ellen. I appreciate the support in good times or bad, funny or sad. Still moving forward. NOPE not one puff ever.
