Sixty days ago I made a decision to change the path I was walking. The going was a bit rough at first and there has been obstacles to work around and climb over. When I came up to those things I would glance around and through the haze of the situation I could see the old path, looking smooth and easy going. The temptation was there. All I had to do was jump and I'd be back on the easy road, but I suspected that this path would smooth out after a bit, just like all crisis in my life, the rough patches are only for brief moments compared to the entire journey. I'm not out of the woods yet, but the trail has certainly smoothed out and the trees are thinning, I know somewhere up ahead is a beautiful meadow where I can run and jump and dance around without gasping for breath... that's where I'm heading. I can still see the old path in the distance, but it looks to me as if there are a lot of obstacles there, I was just blinded to them, seduced by the Nicotine Lord who lured me with false promises of comfort. I don't need false promises or comforts that cause me harm. Nope, I'm staying here on this road that seems to be gaining more and more popularity.
Sixty days free... smokeless... and awesome!
