Whew! Is anyone else feeling like time just needs to SLOOOOOOOW DOOOOOOOWN? I can’t believe it’s already March (even though it still feels like January, brrrr). I sort of feel like I’m constantly waiting for life to slow down, but it never does. Busy is the new normal?
Let’s get through the housekeeping first! We’re about halfway through the DOU Pinterest Challenge, so follow the board and I’ll invite you to start pinning the recipes you’ve tested! (C’mon, we need each other for quality control – sure those recipes look good, but are they? Here’s our chance to join forces and find out!)
Next up – Laissez Le Bon Temps Rouler! Today is Mardi Gras! Fat Tuesday! Faschnaut Day! Pancake Day! Carnivale! Whatever you call it, and whatever you do to celebrate, I hope you were able to indulge today! (I know I’ve had one too many snacks to honor the occasion.) I think it’s my duty as a good Catholic to be either gluttonous, drunk, or lecherous on Fat Tuesday.
Alas, with the indulgence of Fat Tuesday comes the asceticism of Lent. When I was a kid, I was taught that you should keep your Lenten sacrifices to yourself – you know, “don’t let your left hand know, what your right hand is dong” – because if your making yourself a martyr it kind of defeats the purpose. People aren’t supposed to tell you how wonderful you are for the sacrifices you’re making. That said, a solid 80% of my Facebook newsfeed today is an announcement of what will be abstained from for the next 40 days – and yes, I’m amused by all of it. Best of luck to you all, and for the love of life, if you are giving up cheese or chocolate, stay away from me until Easter!
I haven’t decided if I’ll “give anything up” for Lent (I’d like to give up cold weather, but ya know), but I will definitely be conscious of squashing negative thinking during this mindful time of year, and I challenge you to join me!
So, when the person in front of me is walking sooooooo sloooooow as I’m scurrying to catch my train, I’m going to remind myself that contrary to my initial thoughts, they’re not the worst person on the entire planet, take a freaking breath and patiently make my way to work. There is probably a very good reason why they are moving so slowly, and it’s not helping anyone for me to shoot the evil eye into their skull as I stew silently.
And when I catch a glimpse of my larger than average thighs in the mirror, I’m not going to think about how terrible I am for eating dessert six days last week. I have a healthy, capable body, and though it doesn’t look exactly the way I want it to, there isn’t anything wrong with it.
I’m going to try and be more mindful of the times when senseless negativity takes over my thoughts, and squash that beast. I won’t be suffering, but I think I’ll learn something, and I’m pretty sure that by Easter I’ll be a happier, more centered individual.
What did you do to celebrate Fat Tuesday?