My mother would be proud of me

Yes, she would. If she knew I was smoking 6 weeks ago. 

For 5 weeks I haven’t smoked. At all. Zenzen. Not one cigarette. 

Until this past week. When I smoked a pack of vanilla cloves. And half of a pack of crappy Parliaments. 

Why would I do that considering I need my voice for the show in 2 weeks AND that I am taking running now? All I can say in my defense is that it was a terrible week. That’s all.

But I’m pretty sure she would be proud of me. 5 weeks with no cigarettes is something big to me, who used to smoke 2-3 packs a week. Opportunity knocked on my door with a pack of vanilla cloves freshly sent from sunny old California, and later on, with a pack of too short Parliament cigarettes. I could not say no to the Parliament cigarettes, because that’s just me. I can’t refuse someone. I miss my menthols. I can’t wait for the show to be over. 

On a happier note, I went to a party last night. It wasn’t a big party, but a cozy one. 

I’m back on track. And I better stay focused.