I wish I had some profound statements to make about how I got here, but the simple fact is that it's a N.O.P.E. thing.
There were no smoking dreams last night, but there was a theme of being lost and then finding my way. Dreams can be telling, can't they?
According to my Smoke Free app, I've not spent 12 hours smoking. That means I was smoking about an hour or so a day. That's hard to believe.
So much time that I've given back to myself. As a little background, I semi retired in January and now work () about 10 hours a week. All of a sudden, I had more time than I knew what to do with. Now, I have another hour a day to figure out what to do with! So much time.
And off we go onto day 11.