34/90, today or any day, really

Today, I want to say that it is to hard, that I have nothing to say. I want to say that today was nothing, and it doesn't count.

I didn't have time to see anything, because I was too consumed by the things I wasn't doing. This is Lent, and I'm giving up excuses. I admitted to my boss that I called off of work yesterday because I was too exhausted to eat, sleep or read. I did not do yoga. I did not eat well. No excuses, no lies, Megan. The truth: tomorrow will be much the same. And now it all comes down to making the best of it, to accepting the day for what it is and moving on.

Today, I didn't translate. When one of my closest friends contacted me when I finally got home for the day, I told her that I needed to translate. This was true, and it was what I had scheduled next for myself. Even then, I knew I wouldn't translate. I thought about packing for break. I didn't do that either.

I did go get a beer with friends, which turned into some food with friends, which turned into outstanding conversation but left me feeling sick–not heartburn, but a burning lower in my chest that reminded me that I have no right to go out and spend money like I have it.

I did get a reading assignment done that I had scheduled for over break. I did eat trail mix and a Reese's cup for lunch. I did remind myself to shave in the shower. I did volunteer to do an interview for a girl's thesis project. I did volunteer to help a professor answer questions for perspective students tomorrow.

I did pray. I'm going to keep praying.