O Son of Spirit! Noble have I created thee, yet thou hast abased thyself. Rise then unto that for which thou was created.
~ Baha’u’llah, The Hidden Words
The Fast officially ended at sunset this evening, and boy oh boy was it a learning process. Far more than last year, and I was far less successful with it this year compared with last year.
I am incredibly foolish at times. Embarrassingly, frighteningly, and utterly foolish. I had this strange month, March, one where absolutely nothing seemed to go right.
Once you get things “all figured out,” it’s supposed to be smooth sailing, right?
Spring Break was last week, and, without a doubt, it was the most disastrous week I’ve had in a long, long time. It was bad-bad, like half-a-gallon-of-blue-bell-ice-cream in 2 days bad. A feat, I might add, that I have NEVER accomplished in all of my days of crazy eating before last week.
Last week, the one that fell after this wonderful, transformative, oh-my-God moment that supposedly changed everything.
Lyrical Fool 