Now, I am not Catholic, but I still like to participate in the Lent traditions. Is that weird? Prolly. Anyway, I just like the thought of sacrificing an earthly possession I thought I couldn’t do without so that I can learn to lean on God. It’s a lesson that I have to learn & re-learn. This year, I am giving up chocolate for the 40 days of Lent. I really should. I had recently decided at some point after Valentine’s Day that dark chocolate was a necessary good/evil, but I think I was eating too much of it…and now it’s time to refocus. Sort of a physical and spiritual cleansing for 40 days. My hubby is not bringing his cell phone to the table for Lent. I realize that chocolate and cell phones may seem to be lacking an obvious spiritual connection, but this is how we do Lent. Also, we don’t really do the fish friday/fry-day, but maybe we will this year? The jury’s still out. And neither one of us gets the ashes. Oh, well…like I said, I’m not Catholic.
Day 1 of Lent: so far, so good. Although, I’m starving. Being on nights is throwing me off- I am hungry at all times of day- my poor body has no idea when it’s supposed to feel what! I am attempting the green tea switch instead of chocolate, but my stomach growls its displeasure. Also, I am exhausted at all times of day. I can sleep like a champion, but only for a few hours at a time…which means no REM sleeps for me! So I’m tired all the blessed time. I have got to get a grip, or get some Ambien, or maybe do it grandma style and get a hot toddy…but I have got to get more sleep.
I miss my hubby, too- I don’t get to see him at regular hours. I miss my mom, I can’t ever call her because I’m up when she’s sleeping. I miss my friends, who are scattered all over this green earth, because they are all sleeping when I’m up. I miss my puppies, I miss having dinners and evenings with the hubby, I miss…everything about my old rhythm of life. 4 more days of nights.