The first day wasn't SO bad. I made it. Today I face the drive to work - I always smoked when I drove - and the smoking breaks, where I used to hang out with other smokers where I work. There were only a handfu of us out of maybe 50 people in our building; a small group of comrades connected by smoke.
Today, there will be one less in the group. And when I've gotten a little more time between me and my last cigarette... opps, scrap that thought. Today, this is for me. I am quitting for me.
p.s. This is the first blog of my life. I don't read 'em, and I've never written one. I've always thought that self absorbed ramblings are quite boring.
I've kept lots of journals Is a blog like a journal you share with others? I don't think it is, completely. If I were to ramble through my fears and joys and regular daily muck, I'm sure it would be much like your own. That is, not all that interesting, and not helpful to anyone, especially me.
Right now, getting ready for day 2, I realize this blogging is a way to join a community. Doesn't have to be schmucky. I'm good to try it.
