When we are smokers, we're looking for the fastest way to get anything done. It's either to avoid the time it takes to find a solution or just speed things along so that we can go smoke. I can remember the days of watching the clock and counting down the hours before I can smoke again. Then I started my own business and could smoke whenever I wanted to. And boy, did I take advantage of that one. I chain smoked like a freight train only because I could. I never set boundaries for myself. I think I basically just lit one up one after the other and most of them burning up in the ashtray.
Now 185 days into it, I have more patience. I can take my time and get things done. There is no rush anymore. I remember that feeling of being pushed to finish something. I remember how tired I was all the time. Those headaches that would come around daily. Going out the door to go to the store and then stopping and running back in the house because I forgot my cigarettes. Back then they had all the power you know. They started my car. They solved my problems. They held my hand. They were my superglue. They were the quick fix....... silly, isn't it?
