I loved smoking. I really did. But after years of off and on, I had to call it. I'm glad I did. I'm sure smoking tobacco you grow (such a pretty plant) is much better, and you can make a whole ritual out of it.

You know, I am also asthmatic, so continuing smoking for me was dumb. I was also an anxiety smoker, a fantastic chain smoker especially when consuming other things. A complicated relationship with my breath and emotions, both connected of course. Replacing tobacco with pranayama was a good thing personally for me. But I missed my smoking for a good long while. You know I haven't smoked for nearly twenty years now and sometimes I still feel my jeans pocket once in a while to get my lighter? Or my brain goes, momentarily, 'just ducking outside for a smoke'.