I thought giving up beverages would be hard.
I really enjoy the contrast of a sweet drink following a salty or umami morsel. I love warm tea in the morning. I need milk after chocolate. Beverages give my life little splashes of satisfaction.
So... let's give them up for lent and see how long i can hang.
Like different forms of fasting, this practice has given me insight into myself.
I got a new water cup and mostly don't miss beverages....
except...
In routines that they are deeply engrained in...
Sometimes I set up shop at McDonald's and sip on a diet coke while I pound out focus work.
Some meals have particular drinks that go with them and I eat them almost ritually. Drinking perfectly in rhythm. Orchestrating flavors for optimal enjoyment.
In these moments, there are particular drinks, textures, flavors that I miss.
But otherwise, I hardly notice.
It makes me think that if I want to change who I am I need to grow aware of my rituals and recognize how embedded they are in my being. Change will be easier if I break my routines to new situations.
I think of visiting my parents house with my grown siblings... man, some things go right back to how they were growing up.
"Wow. I'm being a total teenager right now!!"
Allowing God to work in me may mean constructing new rhythms for me to dance to.
Time to examine what routines I can break down and what new ones I might build up to create opportunity to embrace who God is calling me to become.
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