2 Days and Counting

Lent begins this Wednesday. When I had figured out what I would do for Lent this year I was excited and nervous but it seemed so far away. Now that it's right here staring me in the face I'm feeling a lot less excitement and a lot more dread. Am I crazy for doing this?

Everything in me wants to back out and choose something easier or to allow myself some comfort, books or the radio in my car. Something. But I know that I have to be true to the standard I set almost 2 months ago.

46 days media free.

I am voluntarily putting myself in the woods a couple of centuries ago, entertainment wise anyway. There will be no input and the only output will be what I create for myself. Who knows what that will be. Why try?

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life... I wanted to live so sturdily and so Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life... to drive life into a corner to know it by experience and be able to give an account of it in my next excursion.

I've never read Walden but I think Thoreau had some interesting ideas. If life is, as Donald Miller says, my story and it's my responsibility to make it a good one I think it's time to shut off the television, close the book, turn down the noise and live my own story.