For 45 years I was a smoker. Started at age 14, while living in Winston-Salem, where it was impossible
to get away from it!
Yeah, smoking was cool in those days, and I really didn't notice what it was doing to my health (and I was a dancer
!) until about two years ago. Well, first I put it down to the aging process, and for all I know that may even be the greater part of it, but I was getting short of breath, lacking energy, etc. I had started expanding my teaching into coaching, and one day I just couldn't bear the discrepancy anymore. I mean, here I was, telling people about their great personal power, encouraging them to take their lives into their own hands, and after a session, lighting up a cigarette!
If there were ever a time for "Physician, heal thyself", then this was it! I was pretty scared to take the plunge, but on May 7th, 2013, I did. And I love it! I love not poisoning myself; I love not tying up so much of my energy in denying my addiction; I love encouraging people. This experience is uplifting and humbling at the same time. Humbling because I can see that no matter how smart I thought I was, I was blinding myself to the fact that I was slowly but surely killing myself. And uplifting because I now understand that freedom is a choice.
When I think about all of us who are choosing freedom day by day, I feel so happy I could dance!