Anniversary

My anniversary was today. No one bothered with a card or gift or anything--it was my own private anniversary. It was one year ago today that I laid down my cigarettes for good. I wanted the date to be easy to remember, so I planned my quit date for exactly one week before Thanksgiving. (I also wanted to surprise my parents when I showed up for Thanksgiving dinner sans smoky clothes and without the tell-tale buldge of a pack of Camels in my pocket.)

And here I am a year later. I've had some ups and downs in the past year, and I could have very easily gone back to the comfort of smoking (those of you who've smoked can understand this) but I've chosen not to. I've chosen wisely, I know.