It's been a long time. Just more than 3 years and 2 months...
It seems, in some ways, that I never smoked. Time's blurring capability has made it such that smoking is just an old nightmare, and old dream... a dream that can be forgotten.
Last night, after a night out taking my daughter to the movies (Alice in Wonderland! how cool!), we walked from the theater after about 10 P.M. Someone was smoking outside and I caught whiffs of freshly-lit cigarette smoke. It smelled sort of faintly good from a great distance - like the sound of an old friend's voice. Then, my non-smoking mind took over and thought, "Naw. You don't need that. It will taste nasty and feel bad. Besides, who wants to break open that old chestnut anyway?"
As I got closer to the smoker and her cigarette, the smell became noxious. My mind then reminded me that it really is nasty, and that the nicotine demon really isn't my friend: it is my MORTAL enemy.
Still not smoking.
Life is very much renewing. A bright Flower now grows in the Garden of my life. My children are finally on the mend. I am making progress towards a better life.
And I still don't want to smoke. Really. I might have one on my 125th birthday... yeah, that's it!
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