I'm no longer a non-smoker. Just had a cigarette. I sat on the stoop outside my door, smoking a cigarette, pondering my day, my life and everything going on around me. The kind of self-conversation I've always enjoyed with just me and a smoke. I suppose I could possibly replace the cigarette with something else, but for now the habit has stuck, and it works best with a cigarette. I listened to the rain fall on the corrugated plastic above me, felt the cool and crisp night air, and blew toxic circles of carelessness.
It will take a stronger motivation than just me on my own to give that up.