Do you lent? I’m not a particularly religious person, and certainly don’t consider myself Catholic by any means; well, no more so than I would consider myself a disciple of any other religion or an atheist for that matter. I’m what you call unsure. Unsure if I believe in any or all; but I can tell you, beyond a shadow of doubt, I don’t believe in just one. So, I have learned that I can appreciate certain aspects and practices that are positive guidelines for living a better life from any of them that I wish. Freedom of religion people; utilize it. Lent happens to be one of them. The act of giving something up, a vice that really isn’t so terrible but just a bad little habit, even if only for a temporary time is a good thing. Show some self control, for crying out loud, of which I have none and yet I seem to have an excessive amount of vices. So, I DID IT!! I gave up caffeine. Now, to some this may seem like a trivial item to give up, but to me it was my world. I drink my coffee by the pot… “addicted to pot” says my favorite coffee mug, given to me by my favorite sister, who by the way said she would not visit me until I started drinking coffee again. Can you believe that?!?! Family! Am I right?!? Not only was it coffee, but all caffeine, which includes my beloved Pepsi as well… what a time?!? Forcing yourself to live as though you are in a communist country. It was torture; being the glutton for punishment that I am, there would be days where I would open my coffee container and smell it…smell it!! Who does that? Each day was one day closer to when I could taste that precious nectar once more…when Easter Sunday finally came it was glorious, hallelujah he has risen. That first sip of Guatemalan blend, drank only black nothing added, was absolutely perfect. I savored every drop of that cup. I even only had one, that was enough, just one cup… from pots to cups. I consider that a success, even if it turns out to be a short lived victory. There is always next year.
There is never a dull a moment life, nothing is more true than that. Don’t get me wrong I love the quiet moments, drinking a glass of wine, when you look down at your dog just curled up in their bed looking as though they were a precious little cherub. Those quiet times though are surrounded by the bath time struggles of a miniature schnauzer who turns into a gremlin on crack when you put her in water. Or better yet, the Doberman who likes to eat all the fur off of tennis balls, street treats, plastic squeakers, etc. and have an upset tummy to where he pukes and shits everywhere. Have you ever been wearing white sweatpants standing directly behind a Doberman who is just standing at regular height and all of a sudden explosive diarrhea comes shooting out of his ass?!? No, well you’re lucky. How else does one cope with this kind stress other than to have a glass or bottle of wine and enjoy the quiet moments.