I woke up one day, went out to the garage for a cigarette with my laptop, after my laptop’s battery went dead I realize I’d almost smoked a pack of cigarettes. I had wanted to quit for many years and finally just said to myself “I don’t want to be this person anymore.” That sunk in immediately and I stopped right then, after 20 some years, and haven’t had one since. It seemed strangely easy, having been such a struggle for so many year.
I put on a patch, kept repeating that mantra, and 14 days later I was off the patch and feeling great. Even when I have been tempted since then, I just remember how long I waited for that one day to come along in which I was able to bring everything together and actually quit and I remind myself I might not get another one of those days ever.
