In the bargain bin near the exit of a local store, I saw several home décor items. One of them was a wall plaque that said, “Live the life you imagined.” Naturally, I thought about this as I walked to my truck. And, as is often the case, an “EX angle” popped into my mind, and I was thrilled enough about it to share with you today...
Even when I was in my 20s, still loving smoking for making me feel cool and grown-up and hip, I knew that it was going to end…someday, somehow. I knew it wasn‘t going to last, this love affair with a disrespectable and toxic obsession. I knew, without a doubt, that the time would come for me to quit cigarettes. Maybe I’d be shaking with sobs, in a doctor’s office, sick and scared and forced to quit. Or I’d come to my senses, and purposely throw away the poison. One way ( by necessity) or the other ( by choice), I knew that smoking wasn’t going to last. Couldn’t last. Shouldn’t.
You see, I always imagined that I would, one day, be an ex-smoker.
Well, here…it…is!
I am living that life I imagined!
Let me tell ya, it felt like stars and rainbows swelled up in my chest! I sat there in my truck, so elated by the realization, I wanted to chuckle with glee and cry with joy.
I am living the life I imagined. It’s finally here! Why in the world should I ever feel dismayed or burdened by the very destiny I always knew was coming?!
LIVE THE LIFE YOU IMAGINED!!!!
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