I don’t know if it was from the smoking or from having my nose in a glass of alcohol all the time that dulled my sense of smell, but I have basically had zero sense of smell the past few years. I used to like smelling good, but the last time someone told me in a meeting that I smelled good I gave a bit of a cackle (yes, I do believe it was more of a cackle than a giggle unfortunately), and replied “Like what – sadness, stale wine and cigarettes?”. I was half joking on that one, because for all I knew that was exactly what I smelled like and she may have just really liked that certain odor. I’m on a mission though, to smell nice(r) lately. I even seem to be getting a little bit of my sense of smell back – I’ve noticed smells other than the dead skunk on the hwy or the particularly rank dog fart that my dog manages to silently surprise you with now and then. I ordered myself an grown up advent calendar full of lotions & girly stuff as I think that the holiday season will be a tough one for me on this journey. Having a nice little surprise every morning (or evening) – a little treat for myself and a nice smelling one at that – will be something to look forward to.