Ten years ago yesterday, my now-husband was suffering through his first day as a non-smoker.
It wasn't his first first day as a non-smoker. As I wrote back in this damp sweater post, he had tried to quit at least nine times before July 20, 2008.
And the 2008 effort wasn't exactly a set-up for success. His father had recently been diagnosed with kidney cancer, and he would die less than four months later. Quitting smoking while saying goodbye to your beloved father is . . . hard. When the hospice nurse suggests that you take a break and go for a walk, when you're dealing with logistics of funeral arrangements, when you're grieving after it's all over and you're back to work and "regular life." It's hard to change in those moments.
But something in my fella's heart was telling him it was worth it, and I can sure as shit tell you I agree. Ten years later, we're celebrating 73,000 unsmoked cigarettes. That's enough to stretch three and a half miles laid end to end. We're celebrating $29,200 that we spent on something other than tobacco. That's enough to buy a brand new Subaru Outback. (We didn't.) We're celebrating lung cancer risk cut in half and diabetes risk similar to that of a never-smoker. That's the real celebration as far as I'm concerned.
Doing something new--becoming someone who does that new thing instead of the old thing you used to do--we're all trying that in big and small ways every day. If there's something hard you're trying to do, something you believe is worth it, keep trying, friend. Transition is hard, and you are equal to the task.
If you need help, reach out to me. I'll work with you. I love working with folks who are trying to do something new, and some things are important enough to get help with.
You are always changing. And you are not alone.