Lent. Not Borrowed.

So Lent is back, because that's what time of year it is. I don't care enough tonight to find my previous Lenten posts, and tell you all the things I've given up in the years since I knew what Lent was. You probably don't care enough to read them anyway (if I'm wrong, just search for "Lent" on this here blog).

Anyway, the point.

This year, I am not "giving up" anything, per se. Instead, I've added something to my daily routine and something to my weekly routine, and I'm going to "give up" whatever I need to in order for them to happen.

I like this approach, because it will hopefully keep me from merely dieting/fasting/depriving myself. Instead, I'm focusing on what I'm adding to my life; and the necessary sacrifices are then in context.I am still very much making sacrifices, and very much going to be aware of the changes I'm making. But it certainly feels different than last year.

{In other news, I had a delightful visit with some old coworkers tonight. TIME FLEW. Um, it's not fair. I am reminded that one of my primary love languages is quality time, and I feel honoured that they came to see me, but also like I've still missed out on the real meat and potatoes of catching up (with seven of us in the room, we only got to a fraction of the conversations)!}

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