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Lent, Mallo Cups, and the Resistance Monster

Raise your hand if you ever gave up candy for Lent.

(My hand did not go up.)

But even still, I always find myself craving Mallo Cups this time of year because every kid in my Catholic school gave up candy for Lent.  And Mallo Cups were the big Lenten sacrifice.

We were told we should give up something we really LOVED for Lent, and for most of the kids I hung with that was candy.

Not me, though.  I took this Lent thing to a whole new level of suffering and austerity because I secretly liked Lent.  Lent was a dark, minor key kind of time on the liturgical calendar, and I was a sad, minor key kind of a kid. I actually liked it when the statues got draped in purple and there were Stations to go to every Friday.

So instead of Mallo Cups I gave up my pillow for Lent. Because even back then, I loved my sleep, and all the accoutrements of sleep: fluffy pillows, quilts, nice sheets, etc.  So I put my pillow under my bed for Lent and slept on my mattress for 6 neck-kinking weeks. And to make it even more painful, I also short-sheeted my sleep time by getting up at 5 and walking to 6 o’clock Mass every morning. And as if that hair shirt wasn’t itchy enough, I put little stones in my saddle shoes so my feet would bleed as I walked  After all, if Jesus could hang on the cross for me, it was the least I could do. Right?

(I needed serious counseling.)

Yessiree, I made those Mallo Cup giving-up kids look like total pussies.  (They, of course, had no idea I was doing this, or I would still be eating lunch by myself.)

But here I am, decades later, on the eve of Lent, still thinking about what I might give up for the next 6 weeks.

Turns out I don’t get into pain and suffering the way I used to. And self-flagellation? Eh. Over-rated.

What I am thinking of giving up this year year is my resistance to doing stuff I want to do, but because of some strange virus in my operating system I can’t bring myself to do.

That make sense?

Like this blog. When I write here regularly I feel good. I especially like going back into the archives and looking at what I was obsessing about a year or 2 ago on a given date. But when I go back and I didn’t write, I’m disappointed. I think when you start something like this, you ought tend it.  Or else kill it humanely and be done with it.

So I’ve decided that this year for Lent I am giving up not writing here. For the next 6 weeks I am going to put the stones in the saddle shoes, as it were, and just post something everyday.  It will take courage to vanquish this ugly little resistance monster who has been sitting like a threshold guardian at the gates of Wordprss, pointing and laughing at me, telling me I don’t have anything to say.

Mardi Gras Buddha Dog

Author:

I’m a small town yoga teacher who says motherfucker a lot. I hate anything woo. I’m into neuroscience. And facts. I’ll lead the chanting of “om” sometimes, but it makes me feel awkward. I want to access flow states. As far as yoga helps me do that, I’m into it. Dopamine is my fave neurotransmitter. Don’t tell anyone I told you this.

5 thoughts on “Lent, Mallo Cups, and the Resistance Monster

  1. Dear Kath Thompson,
    This is a very nice blog. I also enjoyed the Lenten season, especially Triduum. I too feel like I am a “minor key” type person. My children routinely ask me why the music I listen to is always sad.

    I applaud your Lenten sacrifice and wish you well. Only you, and the Holy Spirit, really know what makes a good sacrifice. I pray that your increased efforts will reach more people over the next 40 days. I found your blog and enjoyed your writing, so more writing will lead to more reading. Keep up the good work.

    God bless,

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  2. OMG!!!!! This is HILARIOUS, Kath!!!!! I’m sitting here (yes, still in the kitchen chair on this glorious nothing-to-do-but-seek-inspiration-and-go-inward Saturday) and laughing, laughing, laughing at this post!!!!! There are so many parts that I LOVE!!!

    You are totally BOMBDIGGITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Thanks for the ENORMOUS ENDORPHIN BOOST, you silly Catholic-recovering, yoga-inspiring, blog-streaking girl, you!!!!!!!!

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  3. I love this. Confession. One of my longest running life streaks is never missing an Ash Wednesday mass. I am a mostly recovered Catholic, but I like Lent, and Stations, and Holy Thursday, and this year, like every other year, I got my ashes.

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  4. I think this is what Jesus was talking about. Giving up candy? Too easy. Giving up resistance? This, I think, is something Jesus and I can jive with. Best of luck to you this Lenten season! I am still thinking about what to give up… I should come up with something by Easter!! Harharhar

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