It's my third day of not smoking today and I'm exhilarated and still have a little uncertainty in me. But just now, I got scared of my roommate possibly being upset at me and she wasn't but I wondered: "Why would I need to smoke a cigarette to relief this stress. Honestly it doesn't make sense! I could do so many more healthier things to cope with those thoughts, right?" I was so delighted by this thought that I instantly felt like there was really nothing in my way of quitting. To some of you I might seem dreamy, but just think about it. Why do something that harms you in so many ways? Yes, if you continue it could kill you. But I think you already know that. So, I just wanted to share with you how liberating it will feel to quit this "enemy" of ours. In fact it's everyone's enemy. I still feel an attachment to those "special" cigarettes. Yeah...Rome wasn't built in a day! But the feeling of freedom is still stronger.