A man is called selfish, not for pursuing his own good, but for neglecting the neighbor's.
- Richard Whately, English Prelate and Writer (1787-1863)
I can always make it one day, no problem, but here it is January 2, and why do I feel absolutely stir crazy to go outside for a smoke?
I’m the only smoker in the house so I don’t want to inflict it on my wife and step-daughter, so I do all my smoking outside. Day one was no problem, but here we are day two, and I can literally feel my body rising and halfway out the chair before I remind myself, oh yeah, I’m not smoking any more.
There are two cigs left over from New Year’s Eve, and I’m thinking it might actually be easier to keep them on hand than pitching them in the trash. Maybe I’ll be ready to say good bye to those final two by week’s end. All I know is, I hope day three is easier than day two.