Traditionally, Lent arrives and you give up something and hope you make it to Easter Sunday without a slip. I’ve given up everything from cussing (no that it was overly difficult for me) to meat. I can’t begin to tell you how difficult giving up meat was, I remember being OHHHHHHHHHHH so grateful when the local priest on campus told us that we could eat corned beef on St. Patrick’s Day! I stuffed myself and then had to return to veggie burgers and veggies until Easter Sunday. I gorged myself on ham, turkey, and every possible meat variety that was in my folks house that Easter morning.
This year, I’m not giving anything up but rather I’m going to get myself into two habits each of which I’ve been promising myself I’d begin to do and have failed to implement. I miss walking and listening to a book while I walk and there is a treadmill sitting here staring at me gathering dust. Thus, I’m hereby committing to walking at least 30 minutes everyday either on the treadmill or with the dogs and DH. Not only will the walking be healthy and get me in shape but it will allow me time to reflect, listen, and reconnect to myself and those I love.
Secondly, I am going to force myself to write everyday. Not just sit down and blog about life daily but actually write. I’ve started to commit the novel floating around in my head to paper and thus I need to write daily. I also need to start working seriously on the cookbook. I’ve pulled the recipes for the cookbook, it’s just figuring out how to write a cookbook and make it different than every other cookbook flooding the market. That task is daunting but if I don’t try it will just be an unclimbed mountain of potential and that is a disservice to myself.
So there you have it, my goals for Lent 2012. I know it’s not the traditional route but I believe it will bring me far closer to God through self improvement and reflection than giving up chocolate or soda or coffee. Giving up those self indulgences does deprive me of a tangible joy, it also forces loved ones to deal with my caffeine deprivation headaches or the bitchiness that comes from a chocolate drought. Lent isn’t meant to punish those you love.