Today is the first day of Lent – a religious season I generally ignore or try and creep through as though through a path covered with overgrown rose bushes… just trying to get to the other end with as few scraps and scars as possible – and without tearing open old wounds.
In the past I have given up meat, chocolate and alcohol – because you are supposed to give up something. For some reason the feeling of deprivation was suppose to bring me closer to God. Personally, it never really did much for me except make me cranky.
In more recent years I have also done without things which left me in a better place – a means to an end. Those years I gave up electricity for one day a week during Lent I did more reading and was more in-tune to the cycle of the day. I woke when the sun came up and went to bed when it was no longer available to provide light for reading. And, for many years I also gave up church (“I gave up church for Lent” usually gets a few chuckles) primarily to avoid as many of those aforementioned thorns.
This year I don’t want to “give up” anything, rather I want to delve into and experience that I haven’t really spent much time on previously. Wish me luck with this endeavor.