The random thoughts of an architect-turned- lawyer from the deep south living in Washington, DC...

Friday, June 09, 2006

What June 9 means to me

Today marks three years since the day I quit smoking. Not a day goes by that I do not think of the evening of June 9, 2003 when I threw away my last empty pack of Malboro Lights and said "I'm done." No matter where I go or what I do in my life, I will always view that as my greatest accomplishment.