The New Lent Begins

If life were a series of Lents, this would be my second.

The Buddhists say we keep coming back until we get it right. I was thinking about that last night, about how this journey I am on, is one of many. That I am not here to have thirteen kids and head the PTA. That this round, I seem to be here to have friends I really enjoy immensely, kink it out with my family until we get it right(we are getting righter), and love one man for dozens and dozens of years. I am also supposed to write; I don't know why. I guess the King of the Buddhists also thought I needed to pound out some words this time around. I have so much and yet so little to say. But the words keep coming.

Today is the first day of the next Lent.Yes, I am appropriating Lent as my own. I know it's only once a year, but not for me. For me, it's a new one every forty days. So, today the new lent(Lent two-yoga and literature) begins and instead of depriving myself of something, I am going to add something. Yoga and Working on my Book for forty days. Forty days that I am not allowed to not do this. Oh, and I can substitute Pilates for Yoga, but I cannot substitute anything for working on my book. My blog, most likely, will be less frequent or shorter because of this, so go to the library, pick up Laurence Block or Amy Hempel, or someone who writes short wonderful pieces. It will make you happy and fill your brain with precise commentary on the world, making you feel smarter and funnier. I will not have time, hopefully, because I will be writing my book. I will be reading mysteries and books that have won prizes.
So, put a prayer in a bottle and shove it into Lake Michigan-what I mean is, wish me luck.