28 days ago, I turned 40.
28 days later, I'm still alive.
I had a hard time turning 40. So I decided to give myself a little present.
I stopped smoking.
Three days prior to turning 40, in the midst of my midlife crisis emotional breakdown, I decided that it would be a damn fine time to break a habit I'd been handcuffed to for over 25 years.
I-di-ot.
28 days ago, I took the kids to school. I came home, sat down at my usual smoking spot on the front steps, and had what I hoped would be my final cigarette.
28 days later, I'm still cigarette free.
I hope I can say the same thing 28 days from now.
I hope I can say the same thing 28 years from now.
28 Days Later
