Today, a dance of bees. There is plenty to celebrate.
Around 3 a.m., I was deeply asleep and I can’t think of a better way for me to have commemorated the four year anniversary of my last cigarette.
I couldn’t be happier not to be toting them around anymore, and honestly, I haven’t the slightest idea where the money to pay for them came from (and the price has gone crazy since I quit, too!).
While I sometimes find catching myself looking at smokers with pity or the vaguest of disdain, that’s quickly mitigated by the fact that I do also occasionally find myself riding on their second-hand smoke, or sniffing longingly at a cloud from some nearby cigar. It’ll always be a challenge, I guess, but one that continues to get easier with time.
Quitnet still sends me a monthly email, which I’m always happy to receive. They tell me it’s been 1460 days. They also say that I’ve saved $6,574.50, although this is largely theoretical…and probably only half what I would’ve spent had I not given up the Nicodemon and his foul business. It’s mind-boggling, seriously, and that’s not even the health costs.
The stat I have always liked best reminds me that by not smoking these last four years, I have restored 5 months, 17 days, 9 hours to my lifetime. Those are numbers that climb each time I get an email from them and, to my mind, the best reasons to Keep That Quit.
And all reasons to celebrate.