On The Eighth Day…

On the Eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight years of smoking,
Seven hugs I’m missing,
Six Salamanders,
Five family members,
Four election days,
Three months in,
Two different gyms,
And a surreal year with Covid 19!

Speaking of losses, kinda, this past June marks 8 years since I quit smoking! And I smoked for a total of 8 years.

Cue creepy music…

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Until next time, stop smoking!

One day, not today but one day, I’ll be able to look at a picture of myself with a cigarette in my mouth or hand without cringing.