I’ve never been a smoker. Oh sure, I’ve smoked. Usually at a party. There was something conspiratorial about huddling outside with people who smoked, bumming a cigarette off someone, and getting surprised glances. “Only now and then,” I would say with a practiced wave of the cigarette. “To remind me why I don’t.”
Truth be told, I couldn’t really smoke at all. If I inhaled deeply, I’d end up having a coughing fit that threatened to dislodge a lung. Smoking was always something that other people did, and I just didn’t want to.
I’ve been thinking about what happens at the end of the month. I don’t want to go back to old habits. Do I want to give up drinking alcohol completely? At the start of the month the idea of never having another drink again seemed inconceivable.
But now the idea seems not so ridiculous. There have been so many benefits springing from a clear mind and rested body.
Maybe alcohol is becoming the new cigarettes. Maybe now the times that I drink are to remind me why I don’t.