When I was doing some yard clean up today a thought sudden came to me that if I was still smoking I would be sitting up on my deck trying to smoke my sorrows away. I would of tried to avoid people, going places or doing things so that I could sit and smoke and think that smoking was helping me deal with my grief. Wow. No more hiding behind the smoke. I got a lot accomplished in this past week that had I been still been smoking would had gladly passed on to have someone else handle for me. The smoke free “me” needed to do these things. The smoke free “me” knew when to reach out and ask for help. The smoke free “me” stood firm to those who felt they new better than I what I needed. That was a powerful moment to realize how far I have become. Being smoke free during a time like this, that is so freeing.
