Woke up this morning and it felt like I had a collapsed lung and sandpaper in my throat. My first thought was "C'mon already I'm over being sick!"
My second thought was "I am so glad I quit smoking", accompanied by an extreme feeling of gratefulness and pride that I quit smoking a few years ago. It reminded me of waking up in the morning with that tightness in my chest and taste in my mouth, and of wanting to do it all again as soon as I opened my eyes each day.
Of all the things I have done, I still hold quitting smoking as one of my proudest achievements. This morning and my current coughing fits are reminding me what my life could have been like if I hadn't stopped.
There is a lesson in everything if you allow yourself to see it.