In January, I wrote about vice voiding. Today, I write about the voiced vice -- it's been 1 year since I smoked my last cigarette. I do so miss this vice, and often think about having a cigarette. Once, I even had a dream (actually a nightmare) that I smoked a cigarette. Often, I think about words of dear Cousin Tricia. Paraphrasing, I recall that after she quit, she told me that she could not have even one because it would lead to more. I thought that was a silly statement until this past year. I know that if I had even one cigarette then the vice would still be mine. I don't want that vice, and, therefore, I refrain from even one puff.
No doubt, I will write more about this vice. For now, I have to go live my life as a mother because it's Saturday and my Son has baseball and a birthday party. Also, I need to run 12 miles because my 1/2 marathon is 2 weeks from tomorrow.
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