Hello Rebels, and welcome back to my life.
So it’s a week past my 30th birthday, and that means that as of today, I have not smoked a cigarette for seven days.
I have had a couple of cigars—which is okay, per the terms of my quitting. I reserved for myself the right to an occasional scotch and cigar.
Two a week might not seem that occasional, but it was also my birthday week, and Sunday was the anniversary of the day my mother passed away, so I’m giving myself a pass.
Published on March 14, 2016 08:00