Well well, we are WITHIN the month of March.
Time flies when you are having fun hey.
In approximately forty days, we will be celebrating EASTER.
I don’t know about you, but there is something about this year that does not sit well with me. It’s as if I have not gotten my full ‘’FUNK’’ yet. I am not a superstitious person, but many things has not been going right for me since the beginning of this ‘’supposed’’ 20PLENTY.
First, I started the New Year and Decade off with a terrible ear infection, that got me temporarily deaf in one ear and I just could not shake it off despite taking antibiotics that would last me a lifetime.
Then there was the untimely death of a close friend, earlier this month. I felt like asking WTF 2020? Could you not have waited a bit longer before I had to stand at an open grave? I don’t do well with funerals, then again who does.
I then registered for my tertiary studies, I only had two subjects left in order to obtain my qualification, KABOOM, I am slapped with another 5 compulsory subjects added to the to do list due to the phasing out of my old curriculum. OKAY?
I was in awe for days. The beauty of it all is, five of the seven subjects in total is now semester one subjects, so it’s now or never. Full time work, Full time motherhood and Part Time student with five subjects. Imagine the tests and assignments of five subjects.
Where Lord, will I find time for love if my life is going to be at a speed of 300km/h? Love I deserve and have waited for my whole life, and which is very much needed NOW?
Do I need the qualification anyways? Most normal adults would say yes.
However, life is so short, do I really need the qualification? Do I really need to go against everything I wanted for myself in 20PLENTY which was to live a slower, simplified life? At the cost of what? My health, my sanity?
These are the thoughts I am battling with daily, although I attend classes that is if I successfully locate the classes, there seem to be clashes forever. But I am this close to saying, F….. Y…. Sir. I don’t need the paper. I will live off love and slavery the rest of my life.
Last week, after being physically active for two weeks again, I felt a cold coming on. Okay, Okay, maybe it was self-inflicted because I exercised whilst it was drizzling. I went against my beliefs and drank all the things I needed to in order to nip it in the bud, but hail, my body gave in 24hrs later. I spent the rest of the week, four days in total in bed, having to take care of myself.
Lord? Are you there?
Despite being gravely ill, I had no other choice but still attend to the daily chores a mother. There were times that I thought that I was dying. What flu is this that I cannot shake off, that makes me feel so extremely weak?
However, last week Wednesday 26 February 2020 was Ash Wednesday. Ash Wednesday is regarded as an important day in any church calendar.
Beginning on Ash Wednesday, Lent is a season of reflection and preparation before the celebrations of Easter. By observing the 40 days of Lent, Christians replicate Jesus Christ’s sacrifice and withdrawal into the desert for 40 days. Lent is marked by fasting, both from food and festivities. See here.
Lent offers a time for penance, a time for reflection and a time for self-denial.
I had so much time to reflect whilst down and out during my illness and I fondly remember how my mother lived her life during the Lent period, and what she would sacrifice in this period by replicating Jesus’ sacrifice.
What are you sacrificing during this Lent period? What am I sacrificing?
The aim of Lent is to think about the greater things that are yet to come. So to myself and to other’s who might have felt like I did:
Do not take stock of your life just yet.’
HANG IN THERE.
KEEP YOUR HOPE.