So, I’ve made attempts at quitting smoking in the past. The most successful run was in Mexico for about fifty days.
The other day my girlfriend and I decided to quit smoking. She did so quite immediately and successfully, it seems, but I fell into the same old pattern.
I justified “having a few” by comparing it to the pack and a half I normally smoke, and called that “progress”. When I woke up today, though, I had a broad epiphany about wanting versus doing. I had wanted to quit smoking, but never just fucking did it. So today I just did it.
I threw out my roller, papers and 3/4′s of a big ol’ tin of Zig Zag. I had one Pall Mall left, smoked it on the front porch and that was that.
We’ll see where I end up, but I feel a lot more confident. I think I can see this through.
