I am very grateful that they finally legalized it here. There were parts of Canada where it was "almost" legal for years in that you could buy it from a shop, but, every now and again, the police would shut down the shops, which wasn't very friendly because, as a quasi-disabled woman who was in her mid to late 30's, I much preferred to go to a shop and talk to a polite salesperson than to go to a drug dealer. I did the latter when necessary, but I always felt like I was somebody's Mom. This was mainly because I was somebody's Mom. My adult daughter (who used cannabis way before I ever considered it) was usually the one to introduce me to her "friends," who were drug dealers. It made me uncomfortable on so many levels.
I could have gotten a prescription, but that was not without headaches. I am grateful that it is legal.
It lasts me forever because, although my tolerance is high, it is a last resort for me. This past week has been difficult, so I have resorted a few times. However, I really do prefer a clear head. When I don't have a clear head, I make bad/impulsive crypto trades, I cannot drive (and so I cannot swim), and my writing flows more easily, but requires more editing.
(I try not to crypto while high, but it always seems like such a great idea at the time, and, if I am honest, even when the decisions seem bad right afterwards, they often are better than the ones I make with more careful judgment. I have a tendency to overthink everything. I bought Husky Avax while I was high, and it has been pretty good to me so far -- I actually sold 1/4 of it because that was equal to the initial purchase price. I thought now, win or lose, I don't really lose anything.
I invest very small amounts. Tiny. I consider investing in crypto to be a sort of gambling. If I invest only what I can afford to lose, then if I lose it, I will be sad, but not devastated. If it grows, I will be so happy, though!)