Mardi Gras. I am sincerely horrible at finishing things I start. For instance, I have about 18 blog pages that belong to me. I have like 6 blog posts over the past 5 years. Overachiever. I’ve read half of Jordan Rubins’ ‘Makers Diet’ and even less of Jen Hatmakers’ ‘7’. I am one of fantastic intentions and at best sub par follow through. I don’t think it’s the projects themselves that I don’t want to finish. It’s the number of them, or, moreso, the new exciting one I find and get insanely passionate about the 3 days into the start of my last one, requiring 100% of me and a complete life change, and of course, the need to drop the last project. One thing I don’t have a problem with, is celebrating. Rewarding. Parties. Congratulations. It doesn’t have to be me. It can be anyone. I just like celebrating, and can justify just about anything in my head as a means to celebrate and a reason to reward. I’ll celebrate you, I’ll celebrate me, I’ll celebrate a day, or event, or the weather. I do it with food. I do it with coffee. I do it with shopping. I do it with time. I do it with anything. Today, Mardi Gras. And I did it big. Okay, big for me. Went to white lion with Beth …ordered it all. Fish & Chips, More PG Tips than anyone needs in one sitting, and French Silk Pie. But not just French Silk Pie, the whole gambit. If you knew the budget I’m on, then I just went to the Four Seasons. I explained to the waiter with false hair and confusing eyes that this was my Mardi Gras celebration, and tomorrow I would bid farewell to refined sugar, social media, and anything else that makes me feel guilty for 40 days. He then brought me 2 slices that were “connected”… And in that moment, he understood me. I think. Champ. I am a self-admitted extremist, and want one thing: Balance. And I’ll fight like hell for it. I’ve willingly given myself to the rulings of Dave Ramsey ( and Jesus. Not sure in which order) in finance..and slowly but surely, it’s uncrossing my wires & I’m learning discipline…how to deny the ‘’wants’’ that take over the psyche-phere and become projected needs. I made that word up. So I decided to use Lent. That’s right, use it. Judge me all you want, but a lot of times there are things I won’t change without some spiritual motivation. Sugar is one of them. Call it the fear of the Lord, but if I’m “fasting” something, I won’t touch it. And that, I have found is the only way for me. I know, I know, blah blah, I don’t get my spiritual reward now because it’s public..blah blah. That’s fine. I’m not doing this for a spiritual reward, I’m doing this to give up sugar. I know- worst motivation for fasting… But, it’s what I’m doing, and the fear of the Lord is the only thing to make me keep my word in this area, so it’s a match for me. I’m going to blog every day for 40 days. I probably wont though, but this is day 1, and today, it sounds good. I’m not going to delve into the depths of my heart, and bring you on a spiritual journey. Well, I will, but I’m not about to share that. It’s not your business, and that stuff is Fort Knox. There are few things I hate more than being patronized by someone else’s journey, to be presumed upon by someone elses writings. It frustrates me. So I won’t do it to you. I hope. I’m not instructing, I’m sharing. I’m not sharing this to entertain you. I’m sharing this to make me write and get outside of my head. Read or don’t read… I’m still going to write. Or attempt. Let’s do this, Lent