I quit smoking five years ago. My new boyfriend smoked. It didn't take long for my old habit to find me.
I kept telling myself that I would give it up. I even made several feeble attempts, but I had no self control. I couldn't help myself.
It was cold outside, and still I smoked. I caught a really bad cold, and still I smoked. My asthma got worse, and still I smoked. I caught pneumonia, and still I smoked. These reasons were not good enough. I wasn't a good enough reason.
My friend's husband was recently diagnosed with leukemia. A co-worker was fighting breast cancer. I watched their lives unravel. I felt their agony, and it changed everything.
I haven't had a cigarette since, not even one drag. How could I disrespect these brave people as they fight for their lives?
It's been five weeks since I quit smoking. I have no desire to smoke again. I know that I should want this for myself, I don't know why it wasn't enough. I guess I'll take what I can get.