I was away for one day last week. ONE day. Not even 24 hours and yet, I am so far behind in everything. There is a pile of mail on the desk beside me that needs to be reviewed. I'll be working late all next week to take care orders that stacked up while I was away. And I am, like, five blogs behind. I am committed to getting out 90 in 90.
As I contemplated (read that as stressed) all the work I have to do I started thinking about all the time I have lost in smoking.
I don't just mean the accumulated hours I spent crouched in a corner of the garage puffing quickly so I didn't get caught. I'm talking about the days of life I have lost. I can't go back and get them. Each cigarette cost me 7 to 11 minutes. It adds up to around 7 to eight years. Eight years.
I lost my mother to the affects of smoking (and other poor lifestyle choices) 7 years ago. Had she not smoked, she would be here now, maybe.
It will take another 15 years to reduce the chance of heart attack or stroke back to non-smoking levels. My sinuses may never recover. All that precious time.
I can't quit any sooner and it's damn time to make it stick.
Keep the quit