Feeling bleak. Time to get all ascetic.
By freak chance, E and I happen to be starting another round of South Beach Phase One on Ash Wednesday. How odd, for a couple of atheist Buddhist Pagans. I'm also getting back into the gym, which I haven't done much since the holidays. It's not that the schedule is loosening up (oh no, it certainly is not) it's just that I can practically feel myself aging by the day, and I need to reclaim my health from the jaws of inertia.
Ugh. Workload continues to be crippling. Passing the exam failed to suddenly make everything effortless and perfect. Furthermore, the American Massage Association and my school's alumni association are not emailing me back in a timely manner. I feel adrift.
It was just a simple logistical matter, this time around - I still can't drive, and things are stressful enough for Chad that I wasn't going to add to it by asking him to take me to church.
That's cool that you'd want to go (and yes, you'd be able to go, just couldn't get communion or the ashes, though you could get a blessing by crossing your arms over your chest to indicate you're not a catholic).
I remember even when I was very *anti* catholic as a college student, I would sometimes seek out the peace and solitude of an empty church and just sit and think and meditate.