boldly agreed last week to fast today
and to end our fast this evening with communion and dinner.
It sounded great at the time,
kind of like going on a trip out of town (seriously).
You see I am a nervous traveler,
I constantly worry about a whole host of things when we travel like,
will I be able to use a restroom when I need to
(living in West Texas where stops are few and far between feed into this anxiety),
will I forget to pack my _____ fill in the blank
(I often forget very necessary items) because I am a creature of habit.
I just count on my things being at home
where I left them
(unless it's my hairbrush that my daughter always uses
but that is a different story).
So when I am at home,
I feel rested and relaxed and feel most like me.
But I love the idea of travel.
And once I get into the traveling the anxiety seems to drift away,
but not in the preparation part,
not in the take off part.
Back to the fast.