They say that there is always a tomorrow for what we decide to postpone. The future is that comfortable space where we pile up promises and resolutions, a warehouse of “tomorrows” that rarely become today. A bad day to quit smoking by MasTorrencito
Among those universal resolutions, quitting smoking occupies a place of honor. And there I was, once again, considering the idea: why not quit smoking? Not today, of course… today is not a good day.
Yesterday, between mental accounts and the feeling of money slipping through the smoke of my cigarettes, I made a calculation that hit me like an irrefutable truth. Two packs a day, at 6.30 euros each. If you multiply, you discover that I don’t smoke, I burn bills. That’s 4,599 euros a year. With that I could pay for a dream vacation or buy something really significant. But instead, I leave it all in ashes and cigarette butts.
So yesterday, as I looked at the horizon and felt that spark of willpower, I thought: Tomorrow I’ll quit. But the problem with tomorrows is that they never come as easily as we imagine them. Today is not a good day, of course.
It’s not because bookings are down, both physical and emotional. It’s not because my brain is wracking for ways to attract more customers to my business, and the only way seems to be to surrender myself to the tyranny of platforms like Booking, which do what even Google Ads can’t accomplish. The stress of that decision translates into one more cigarette, and then another. Smoking is, in a way, my way of measuring time and calming anxiety. Although of course, calming it isn’t exactly the word… it’s more like pushing it to the bottom of a drawer, where I know it will come back out.
And yet, I remember one day I gave up alcohol. It wasn’t planned or dramatic; it just happened. One day I decided that I no longer needed that liquid refuge, not even if I had a bar in my house, not even if I loved the wines of Priorat and Empordà. I hadn’t tasted a drop for almost two years, and the truth is that it didn’t cost me as much as I imagined. Why couldn’t I do the same with tobacco?
It’s funny how the brain gets tangled up in its own traps. I wonder if the solution will be to go down the path of vaping, like someone taking a gentler detour to avoid the abyss, or if I should just jump in and nip it in the bud. Sometimes I convince myself that it will be easy, other times I laugh at my own naivety.
In all of this, I realize something deeper: it’s not just smoking that I put off, but the will to change, to be master of my life. In the end, quitting smoking is not simply putting out a cigarette; it is an act of affirmation, a small rebellion against the invisible chains that bind us to habits, excuses and comforts. And maybe today is not the best day to quit smoking, but neither is it the best day to keep fooling myself.
So here I am, with my doubts and my accounts, writing this as a reminder that someday – I don’t know if tomorrow or next Monday, which always sounds so promising – I will take that leap. Maybe the key is not to look for a good day, but to recognize that any day, even a bad one, can be the start of something better.
Wanna bet? Have a nice and sunny Saturday. Hopefully you’ll take advantage of it to do something you’ve been putting off for a long time. I, for one, will light up another cigar while I think about it. For the last time… maybe.
From MasTorrencito we wish you a good day and may your dogs be with you!!!!
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