bq. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
How do you measure a year in the life?
Well, how about in _cigarettes not smoked_? *ten thousand nine hundred fifty*.
How about in _minutes of life restored_? *one hundred twenty thousand four hundred twenty*.
How about in _dollars saved_? *two thousand one hundred ninety*.
Either way, I made it. One year without a cigarette. After 9+ years as a smoker and many failed attempts to quit I wasn't quite sure I would make it. But as time has moved forward it has become only a fond memory (very fond, actually) and no longer a real desire or heartache. In fact, I even forgot that today was my anniversary. It wasn't until I opened a congratulations e-card that I got from my mother-in-law (I didn't even know she knew I used to smoke) that I was reminded. Then, when I went downstairs to remind Jess, she showered me with cards.
Prior to remembering I had mentioned to Jess that we should have a small cocktail party this evening. Now that I've been reminded I think it's an even better idea. *Email me for details*.
I offer my thanks to those of you who emailed, text messaged, and telephoned your congratulations this morning. I offer more of my thanks to the many of you who helped me through the most difficult times especially "Gloria":http://just_glory.livejournal.com/, "Erica":http://pixellaneous.com/, "Vita":http://veeter.livejournal.com/, "Mike":http://mw.livejournal.com/, "Stacey":http://staceylacey.livejournal.com/, "Rachelle":http://titanium_kitty.livejournal.com and, of course, "my amazing, loving, caring, beautiful wife":http://sivatonight.livejournal.com/ who is even more proud of me than I am.
