I won't bother to continually apologize for my lack of blog. Wait, did I just...? Regardless... it's suddenly Lent again. I feel like just yesterday I was receiving ashes in the Galaxy of the Stars lounge aboard the NCL Spirit. So each year I make some Lenten promises, sacrifices and intentions. The intentions this year are more nebulous than usual, but nonetheless, um, intentional. My sacrifice is pretty concrete: I'm giving up drinking for 40 days. It's not as though I drink regularly to excess, but the regularly part is true and I've decided it can only save me money, calories and dignity to lay off for a while.
As for intentions...well, the pattern I noticed of Natalie circa 2008 was excess. To "comfort" myself in the hard/lonely/confusing times of '08 I grew accustomed to never saying no to myself. So in the tradition of Lent in general, this will be a season of denial. Not arbitrary denial for the sake of it, but denial for the sake of health and patience and growth. In short: for Lent I'm giving up being spoiled.
Ash Wednesday is one of my favorite days on the liturgical calendar. It's the heading at the top of a clean slate. 
1 comment:
Boy, you sure took more than your share of ashes. Nice start to stopping being spoiled, Nat.
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