Givin' Up the Goods

One of my friends at work asked me what I was giving up this year for Lent. Over the years I will make changes in my life and joke that those changes are something I've given up for Lent.

I hadn't really thought about giving something up for Lent for actual Lent before, but a 40 day period of repentence and renewal cannot be a bad thing. So, now I'm pondering. There are so many bad habits to drop and so many good ones to adopt. Where to start? What would/are you giving up for Lent?

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sherbugs said…

I have no willpower. One year it was going to be sodas, but then I learned about Sonic's happy hour and I became an avid drinker of cherry limeades. Then I was going to try TV, but I'm just too lazy. So perhaps this year I'll try something easy like...smoking, alcohol, or tattoos ;)

March 9, 2009 at 8:52 AM

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