So... I gave up swearing for Lent.
If you know me outside of blogging, or have spoken to me in the last forty days, this probably comes as a shock to you.
'Uh... you get up swearing? Because I'm pretty sure you dropped four f-bombs in our conversation just last week...'
Yeah.... about that...
Here it is, Good Friday, and I have yet again failed in the Lent department. I have a million excuses. I'm tired! I'm busy! I'm %^78in' trying!!
As I reflected on this today, on Good Friday, it hit me pretty clearly. I wasn't really trying. When a woman in her thirties tries, she succeeds. And when she doesn't... she doesn't. It really is that simple, isn't it?
So... sigh. Another failed attempt at bettering myself this Lent. There's always next year, right? Always next year...