Today marks the beginning of Lent.
40 days and 40 nights. It's the amount of time the Ark floated, and the amount of time that Jonah gave Nivevah, how long Moses stayed on Mount Sinai, and how long Jesus spent in the desert.
The last two years I don't think I've given anything up. I don't think so. I'll check.
I looked. Either I did. but didn't write about it, or I didn't do it at all.
This time though, I'm going to be trying harder, thinking more. So there's a variety of things that are out of the window. (yes, I reconsidered the Daniel fast, but I'll have to do it some time when I'm not working - I just don't think I can handle detox and work lol!)
So, tea, cheese, chocolate, and anything else that I don't *need* is out of the question. Every time I don't eat it or drink it, I need to remember why.
I was going to put it on FB, but I didn't want to. Or rather I did, and then I binned the thing off, because it's not about the big noise of giving it up, it's about the giving it up. I'm putting it on here so I remembered what I was doing.
Yes, this week there is so much going on that my blog is going back to diary mode for a second. Some weeks my memory is like that. This week it is.
(blah, blah, delayed grief, blah, blah, natural reaction, blah blah, wait and it will improve, blah, blah, blah)
This post makes no sense. It's all in bits, it has no consistency and no fluidity.
Just like me today.
