I'm not giving up.
It is Lent. And even people who aren't particularly religious talk about what they are giving up for Lent. Ice cream, alcohol, shoe shopping.
I'm not giving up for Lent. That's right. I'm giving up giving up. For Lent. Forever.
The old old word that became Lent means "lengthening." There are lots of things in my life that need lengthening. And strengthening.
So I am adding rather than subtracting. Muscles. Discipline. Time to concentrate.
Some of us have already given up a lot. And not always by choice. In fact, I'm still grieving all that was stolen from me.
When so much has been taken, I honestly don't know what else I've got to give up.
I'm not giving up anything more.
Bring it on.