Oct 11, 2009

Never a thought.



Once upon a time I made a decision; a life changing decision.  I chose to quit smoking.  I was successful (thanks to Chantix) and I don't wish for them, crave them, or yearn for them.  When I am stressed, or tired, or anxious, or unable to deal, they are no longer my first thought.  I feel healed.  I feel whole.  I feel like if I could zoom in and do a driveby of my lungs that they would have their color back.  They woud be pink and thankful.  They might be a bit worse for wear, they might not be perfect, but they would be healing and breathing and full of life.

It was a difficult decision to make.  A decision that once made, was set in stone. Solid in my mind and solid in my convictions. I just knew it was time.  So on that day I smoked my last cigarette, took my last drag, inhaled my last bit of my drug of choice, said goodbye to my best friend, and have not looked back since.  It is gone from my mind, gone forever. 

The day came and went so quickly. I didn't occur to me what day it was. I forgot to stop and think about that life-changing decision I made.  It was one of the most important days of my life. October 8th.  

It slipped by unnoticed, unremarkable, without even a thought. October 8th slipped by without even a whisper of importance.  You see it was the two-year anniversary of that faithful day.  And just like the cigarettes, it passed by without even a thought.

2 comments:

Saranne said...

You go, girl! I have a little over 6 weeks under my belt...not going back, but looking forward to not thinking about smoking!

MonkeyFace said...

Good for you! What a wonderful post.