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Friday, April 18, 2008, 2:30 PM
[General]
Well, believe it or not, it was just about a week ago when I quit smoking. I was throwing all my assorted paraphenalia away, and I was overcome by sadness, almost as if I had lost my best friend. I know that sounds strange, that I could be overwhelmed by emotion, giving up something that was essentially bad for me, but it really did feel like I was closing the door on a very long chapter of my life. Very similar to ending a relationship. Smoking was such an integral part of my life, and giving it up was like losing a part of myself. Regardless of how anyone else sees it, that day was both one of the saddest, and one of the happiest days of my life. It has been worth every tear.
