May 1 was 8 years quit for me. But I remember the early days. The anxiety. The fear. The cravings. Conversations with myself. So many conversations. Waiting for bedtime every day just to make it another day. No Man’s Land.
But I was committed without reservation. Every time I told myself no to a smoke, I reminded myself that I was giving myself what I’d wanted: to be a non-smoker. I refused to give up.
Commit. Take no prisoners. Do not allow yourself to talk yourself into a bad choice. Take the days as they come, celebrate every step forward and rejoice in the victories, no matter how small. Small steps lead to great things. Hang in there.
Mrs. Rum
