I woke up crying from the dreams last night. That right their told me it would be a rough day. My friend/roommate headed out to the farm, moved cows and started corn harvest in the neighboring county. This would have been the first day transporting corn for me and my husband. I am not afraid to drive the semi truck, but as I told my roommate I have not driven in over 10 years and I have never driven a big truck solo. I teamed drove with my husband for a few months when I got my license, then health issues made me quit. I had every intention to get a couple of runs in with my husband so I could drive solo if needed. In the spring my roommates brother said he would take me out to get some practice in and if available I can help next year.
I had some bills to pay this morning, and while I was charging my truck up-it has something causing the battery to drain, my neighbor who happens to be a pastor was out picking tomatoes so we talked for a bit. That was the first time since I moved here 3 years ago we talked for more then a moment, normally it is just a wave hello as we pass each other in the alley. Once I got home from running around I realized not only did I not smoke, but not once did I have the desire to. Driving was a huge trigger for me last year before I quit. I have every intention of not even taking the pack with me when I go out again. My roommate has texted twice and called once today to check up on me since I am home alone. I do not think he realizes just how much that means to me.
Hold tight to your quits, I know I will be joining you as a non-smoker soon.