I haven't had a cigarette now for FIVE WEEKS. After smoking for over a decade, that's no mean feat.
I was always an outdoor smoker, though. My house in Joshua Tree has an amazing patio that I had set up into an outdoor living room of sorts where I would spend hours everyday, usually with a cigarette in hand. My home here in Idaho has a lovely deck that I have likewise turned into a very comfortable living space where I have spent countless hours...also with a cigarette in hand.
I was worried when I got out of the hospital (where I had gone a solid week without nicotine of any kind) that I wouldn't be able to enjoy my outdoor space as much because it might be a trigger. I've been delighted to find that what was once my smoking place has become one of my creative spaces instead. I spend hours out here curled up on the futon (I am right now) writing these posts out longhand on a legal pad clipped to an old clipboard I've had since grade school, working on my book, reading other blogs, perusing my Kindle, working on a blanket, or simply enjoying a cup of coffee or a bottle of cider.
(I actually only miss smoking when I first get behind the wheel. That's when I REALLY want a cigarette.)
My brain tells me that I do miss smoking. My tastebuds tell me that this is a lie. Either way, I'm just happy I can enjoy my old smoking space without a cigarette firmly in hand.
And that makes life even better...