Pop a Bottle wit Yo MANS, Bruh 🍾

Six months ago, I set out on a journey that, at the time, seemed like it would be the cure-all for my whole life:

I quit smoking.

When I left the comfort of constant artificial stimulation, it set off a chain reaction in my life that I did not expect to come from quitting.

The first few days? Hell.

The next few weeks? Torture.

Then came the window. It seemed like everything had been worth it.

But what they don’t tell you about is that 40-to-70-day stretch. OMG! Everything that smoking numbed begins to surface.

Oh, I didn’t tell you that cigarettes have a painkilling effect? So those little pains you didn’t notice before?

Guess what? 🫣😒😁

But after all that, it’s just…gone.

You wake up somewhere around day 75–80, and it’s like, meh.

That’s what you want, though. Your body has finally learned to regulate itself again.

But it can feel like you did something wrong because it doesn’t feel amazing like you thought it would.

Oh yeah—how could I forget?

Smoking cigarettes makes toxic relationships look normal.

But I’ll dive deeper into that in a separate post. It definitely deserves one.

Looking back at the journey from six months out, I can accept it and appreciate what my body taught me.

Now, as I look toward further milestones—and eventually not tracking them at all—I realize I was right:

My life did change forever.

I became my own best friend.