If you’re not familiar with Lent, the Sundays of Lent are kind of like off-days. The forty days of Lent are measured from Monday to Saturday, so as I think I mentioned in my first post, there are actually 46 days in Lent.
Now, I’ve already broken my plan to post every day during Lent because I didn’t post yesterday, but I still going to carry on because I’m going to post today and then carry on tomorrow. When I made the decision to post every day, I was thinking that I would try to post EVERY day, but now that I’ve already missed one I’m hoping to at least do six days a week.
I certainly could have posted yesterday evening. I had some time before I went to bed, but I confess that I got sucked into the world of watching news stories about the Trump administration. I was way beyond the late night hosts on Youtube. I was rooting around and looking for the best writers who post regularly on twitter.
It reminded me of the heady days when Rob Ford was the mayor of Toronto and so much was happening so fast that people like me wanted to be in constant contact with information because you never knew when something was going to drop. When news of that crack tape came out it was a very strange time. It was hard to believe that any of it could be true, and then it turned out that it was.
The whole Russia thing with Trump feels a lot like that, only it’s on a much bigger scale. It’s also much more sinister.
But there’s no reason for me to be lapping this stuff up the way that I have been in the last two days, but it gets to the point where it feels like a really great story, only I’m waiting for the next chapter to be written. I have this feeling that somebody out there is about to write it and I don’t want to miss it.
So anyway, instead of writing last night, I’m writing tonight. I resolved to stop watching the late night Youtube clips and I failed. I’ll have to think about how to approach this one. The fate of the Donald Trump White House really doesn’t have a lot of immediate impact on me at this point in time. I need to focus on my own fate.
Okay, so tomorrow morning will be telling when I try to get up. So I will re-resolve to not watch any more late night Youtube clips and I can’t keep the twitter feeds of the people I’ve been watching open so that I see every new tweet that pops up. I’m closing the one that’s currently open as we speak. There.
It’s a constant battle to clear out the clutter and to limit my distractions so that I can get this done. My struggle is not necessarily a moral struggle. I have not committed treason or compromised my values (maybe Trump hasn’t either, but there’s sure a lot of smoke in here). But there is something that I desire deeply to do and if I don’t get a handle on this, then I will either take forever to get it going, or I will never get it going at all. I don’t want to face that, and I really feel that I don’t have to. This is still in my hands, and that is no small thing.
