While I do not subscribe to this particular religious mumbo-jumbo, I do eat pancakes and easter eggs. So I thought about giving up the following.
- Axe murdering my family
- Resisting the urge to ‘Go Postal’ at work
- Telling little children Father Christmas is not real
- Flicking the back of my daughters knees while she’s learning to walk
Thinking about it though, I have not yet ‘Gone Postal’, or axe murdered any of my family, and my daughter is now nearly 2 and walks fine, so technically this year should be a breeze.
While there are a few people I would like to see attempting to give up breathing for lent, this tradition is about hardship. Giving up luxuries is hardly this. You watch in a couple of years we might see this time of year commercialised as badly as Christmas and Easter. Reductil the wonder weightloss drug, and Niquitin (plus some will-power) for your Havana craving. Who’d have thought plastic surgery would have become so popular.
For this Lenten season, I ask that you consider giving up tolerance. It would be a start and my family did it when I was 12 and we are o.k.