On this day, nine years ago, I smoked my last cigarette.. after years of smoking, and quitting, and relapsing, I had vowed since retaking up the habit that I would quit again, once and for all.
Each and every time I'd buy anew pack, I'd silently say to myself "I'm gona quit" or some relative equivalent. Every time I smoke every stogie, again I'd reaffirm to myself my true intentions (revealing my shame for having succumbed to its addictive and luring offers of "relief").
In essence I was arming my will and setting the sail for a future trip, of which one day would lead me off of what felt like an island I was shackled to..
When finally one day, when the time was right (it was as though the stars and sun and moon and such, had all aligned, in a fortuitous way), and in essence, Id fell so terribly ill, that to even have a puff of smoke was too much to bear.. and after 24 hours, my health began to recover; enough to where I could've tolerated a cigarette, and likely enjoyed it as well ; however, recognizing the physiological effects of nicotine in the body, as well as the timetable in which your body begins to free itself from the effects of the addictive substance, I chose to take my 24(+) hour head start and use it to my advantage.
Thankfully I've been cig-free for 9 years, today! Thanks to the power of programming your mind, in a conscious manner, deep down into the subconscious..
