Lent: Is it possible to do a “Do Over” because this whole 40-day thing…I failed.

I’ve failed.  Ohhhhh….yes.  (insert huge sigh)

Where did it all go wrong?

I’m usually pretty good about Lent — you know that 40-day period of sacrifice on the run up to Easter?  I have a feeling this is going to be a strike against me on a growing list, although they’re probably not strikes at this point but gongs— I’m serious.

My sacrifices were the following:

  • No added sugar
  • No added salt
  • No cocktails

If there were others on the list, obviously I didn’t commit them to memory, and actually, I’m slowly losing my memory, which is why I have 10,000 Post-It Notes neatly and strategically placed on my desk — definitely O.C.D.

Here’s where I failed:

  • Not only have I gone gangbusters with the sugar, I’m all over brown sugar.  I drank mint tea and no less than 3 heaping teaspoons were in the mug.  I’m a stone’s throw away from being a diabetic if I keep this up.
  • I eat a seafood.  A lot of seafood.  Food from the ocean makes me happy.  Here’s the problem…Have you ever had bland, unsalted seafood?  Ewww…so not appetizing.  Yep, pass the salt, please!  And if it’s a sushi day, soy sauce is a must — although I guess I’m not so bad because I prefer the “low sodium” soy?
  • So, the no cocktails thing.  (long, audible sigh)  I tried.  Really I did.  I’m not a drinker.   However, look at that gorgeous drink.  Just let it all sink in…By the way, it’s called, “Birds of Paradise” and you can find it at Havana Central in New York City.  (Why do I feel like I’ve posted already about this?  Oh well.)  Mmmmm…and look at the picture…it had sugar around the rim!  Great, another strike.  It really wasn’t my fault.  It was girls’ night out before an evening on Broadway.

Lent:  Is it possible to do a “Do Over” because this whole 40-day thing…I failed.

So, is anyone else failing during Lent or did you make New Year’s resolutions that have already gone ‘poof!’?

Remember this blog post:  I hope I don’t crack…?  Well, I cracked.


So incredibly humbling…a true meaning of shock and awe.

Have you experienced something that makes you wonder: “Oh my God. Why me?” but in a good way?  I had the shock of my professional life yesterday evening.

I won’t bore you with all the details, but this is really incredible.  I’ve had a rough two weeks at the office, culminating in two very, very disturbing incidences, the second of which involves a colleague completely attempting to discredit me professionally to the “Powers-That-Be”.  The original incident, which has not been settled, and the subsequent incident which amounts to who I’ll identify as the “Bus Driver” saving their behind at the expense of someone else (i.e. me), has been an eye-opening experience.  This has forced me to ask myself many serious questions.  It has been a real test during this holy season of Lent.  I’ve received very encouraging words from family, friends and my blogging and Twitter buddies, and for that, I am truly thankful.

Life can be so ironic.  Here I am dealing with a professional nightmare at the office, and the professional organization to which I belong and have been actively involved with for many years, bestows me with the honor of “Member of the Year” recognizing my work and commitment to the organization over the past year.  So incredibly humbling…a true meaning of shock and awe.   It made me so choked up and misty-eyed looking out at an audience of faces who in turn were looking back at me, clapping and cheering, and giving me positive energy and admiration.

You know that saying, “When God closes a door, He opens a window”?  That’s what I feel.  He probably knew I was at the end of my rope, at the end of putting up with nonsense and ready to simply do as I’d said in my post:  “It’s the 30% that gets you to the point of picking up your belongings, walking out the door and not looking back…”

After what happened last night in a crowded Manhattan hotel ballroom near Grand Central Terminal, with the recognition of my peers, I know there are good people in this world who are not “out to get me”, believe in me and appreciate what I do — even if I never, ever sought the attention or glory in the first place.

My confidence was shattered last week during the closed-door meeting at the office, but I’m regrouping.  I’m not an overly religious person.  You won’t hear me quoting chapter and verse, and I know when I get to the Pearly Gates, it’s going to be something else — believe me!  But they’ve been moments in my life — and this is one of them — where I have a profound belief in the words of “Footprints“:

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
“The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints,
is when I carried you.”

– Mary Stevenson