a celebration

i quit smoking one year ago. one year and two days ago to the exact. and i feel it deserves a celebration. nothing of a fancy, party sort of celebration but a quiet, low key, inner celebration, one that draws oneself to think what it means with more awareness;  i'm not going to lie and say 'oh, i forgot about the whole thing all together and wouldn't go back to it in the world'. i'm not going to, because that's not how i feel about smoking. i feel every now and then the strong urge to light one, but the beauty of it is that, i don't . so i am celebrating it. quietly. well done me.

the week-end has passed with ease and we've made a smooth entry into the mid-summer temperatures here. it's been hot and i can't complain, it's proper summer. i have sat on the grass in a park,  ate vegan food, got stuck with a boring radio channel on t.v. for the last three hours (with fishes swimming around in the background) because i can't figure out the telly control. hope the week will be good to me.