I quit smoking a year ago on Mother’s Day. I had tried to quit many times; I think I actually lost track of how many times. I started smoking in college, sort of socially, which is kind of a joke because it turned into an addiction by the time I’d finished college. It’s been over a year, but the interesting thing is I can’t really imagine going back to smoking now. As far as I’m concerned, I’m done smoking. And that’s incredible to me. I don’t compulsively have to be the person going out the door to sneak in a quick smoke. I’m really glad that’s not me anymore.