Lent begins today. A day I have been anticipating and dreading simultaneously. As it happens, a few weeks ago I was thinking how important it is to me to be around to watch my children grow. In layman's terms, this means I was thinking about quitting smoking. The key is, motivation and substitution. So, I put it off. Saying to myself that I would quit for Lent and use the rosary when the need struck. This would kill 2 birds with 1 stone so to speak. I would give something up, that I honestly enjoy, and add more reflection to my life at the same time. Perfect. It worked when I quit drinking Pepsi a few years ago because too much sugar is a bad thing. But, there was diet Coke, which I grew to accept and now to love. What is there to fill the void of smoking?
This morning hubby greeted me, wanting to know why I was grumbling at the dog. I informed him that it is Ash Wednesday. The look of sincere joy on his face (heathen nonsmoker that he is), was almost comical enough to make me laugh. He offered to do anything he could to help. I know that he is was trying to be helpful. But I couldn't help responding, unless you have cancerless cigarettes, there is nothing.
Why, oh, why can't they invent a cancerless cigarette? We put men in space and transplant organs. We can make houses out of recycled material and splice plant DNA, but we can't make cigarettes without a bazillion killer chemicals. It seems so unfair.
Ok, enough moaning. I feel much better. Well, a smidge better, but I am trying to be optimistic!