Did I say I couldn’t wait for Lent? I take it back.
No, I don’t.
Last year, for the first time in twelve years, I forgot about Lent. With all the upheaval over packing up my Buffalo apartment and shipping it home, packing and getting everything in order to move to Boston, I literally forgot about Lent until more than a week later. That was how unprepared I was — in body, mind and soul — for the forty days (really forty-six because Sundays during this period don’t count) of strict fasting, abstinence and prayer (or as strict as it could get where I’m concerned).
So this year, I will try to be more diligent in my observance of Lent in order to focus on rebuilding and strengthening my relationship with God, which is still in a state of disrepair, despite my efforts in attending Mass.
I may not always be able to follow the one-meal-a-day-except-on-Sundays rule (entirely my own fault, which I’m still trying to rectify), but I can and will abstain from __________________ for the next forty days. Make no mistake, it’s going to be one hell of a tough journey, but I’m determined to ride this one out somehow.
So as of tomorrow, it’ll be fish and greens and water for me.
Happy Fat Tuesday!