Second Spring

Blog Post created by AnnetteMM on Mar 27, 2019

Lately as I walk outside in the nicer, brighter weather I feel weird body memories of smoking. It's not a smell of smoke, nor is it a craving. It's like a memory of how smoking felt in my head and lungs and it kind of freaks me out. 


Then I remembered this wise post from jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007:  The Two Sets Of Seasons.


I quit Christmas Day 2017, so my first spring was all about surviving No Man's Land. This year, spring is just...spring. Everything in my life is brand new. I have a suspicion that this weirdness I feel may be a last hurrah from dying nicotine neurons. I have absolutely no idea because I'm not a scientist!


All I know is that I can walk outside in the sunshine and spring air and not want to smoke, and in fact feel wonderfully free in just about every way. If I have to experience and acknowledge any sort of weirdness for now that's okay. It doesn't hurt; it won't kill me; it won't derail my quit.


I hope this make sense to someone because it was incredibly awkward to write.