I am not a particularly religious person. Truth be told I am not sure what I believe in in terms of religion per se but I do believe in some sort of higher power and that many things that happen are not merely coincidences. That said, I got myself baptized about 10 years ago – I think because someone had told me when I was a kid that I was going to hell if I wasn’t baptized. So after years of thinking about it and researching, I walked into an Episcopalian church on the upper west side one Sunday and the female minister, Lillian, who would later become a dear friend, was quoting Bob Dillon and I thought “I can hang here”. Lillian came to understand that, as I had disclosed when we met, I was never going to be the person who comes to church every week or even once a month and sits in the front row.
I have since moved to another part of town and haven’t found a new church. Frankly, my favorite time to go to church is when no one is there as it’s a quiet place to think and reflect. I also like to attend midnight mass on Christmas Eve, sometimes Easter services and Ash Wednesday administration of the ashes. That was today.
I started giving up things for Lent about five years ago just to see if I could do without for 40 days. Things I love. Generally food related. One year it was sugar and I was a bitch on wheels for the first week. Sugar withdrawal is rough even when one isn’t a big candy eater. The next year it was just dessert, not all sugar. The following it was cheese. You get the gist. So this year I contemplated giving up alcohol. I really did for a day or two. But last night I realized after I signed up for Match.com for a month to provide some entertainment as well as to throw my hat in the ring again to hopefully meet someone that I am not sure I can endure some of those blind date meetings without at least one glass of a pain killer/social lubricant. Thus, alcohol was off the table.
So tonight as I showered quickly rushing to make it to church at 6PM it came to me. As all my good ideas do come – when I am in the shower. I decided to give up saying the F word for 40 days. Yes that was it I thought to myself as I combed conditioner through my hair swiftly. I am sure there is something perhaps sacrilegious about giving up a word like this for Lent but I think the higher powers would be cool with me not cursing as much. Could I do it I wondered? I know it is a foul word some say but I happen to love that word. It’s so versatile. It’s a verb, an adjective, a noun, an adverb (google “the F word” – it’s funny and the video will explain it) so hopefully you get it. Anyway, I know it happens to slip out here and there and, I must add, some have found it offensive from time to time so I figured it’s worth a shot.
Knowing myself a bit, ok a lot, I decided to up the ante and committed that I would put a dollar in a jar for every F word that utters my lips for the next 40 days. So I already owe $6 and it’s only been six hours. Ugh. I know this makes me out to be a very foul mouthed cursing maniac which I am not. Really! But I do love this word even though it is… well… not well appreciated by everyone. I also decided to keep a daily video log of how it’s going. Perhaps some interviews. May make it into a short. We will see.
After Easter, the entire jar will be donated to a charity of my choice. In fact, tonight I thought that it might be the perfect start for a new charity that a friend and I were discussing the other day. We will see but it seems like this may be much more difficult than sugar. Or I will just have to keep my mouth shut for 40 days…..hmmm…never gonna happen. Thank God I kept the booze!
March 6, 2014 at 7:53 am
I am sitting in the boarding area at the Nadi, Fiji airport cracking up. Knowing you and reading these blogs is really special. Ya special that’s the right word.
March 6, 2014 at 11:58 am
That was fun to read!
March 6, 2014 at 7:36 pm
I’m giving up fear for lent – and also self loathing. The self loathing part is actually quite hard – though I will say becoming cognizant of exactly what’s playing on the radio in my head is already showing me just how nasty I really am to myself.
March 6, 2014 at 8:22 pm
Love it!! Good job
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