I’ve never been a fan of Lent. I used to have to give up sweets and chocolate as a child, as part of a whole family exercise. Though now I think about it, my Dad seems to have been pretty good at slipping under the radar. I’ve not forgotten the embarrassment of having to tell a party host that I wasn’t allowed sweets, aged about nine, as everyone else was merrily tucking in, guilt free. Actually, I seem to remember that I omitted to tell the party host and smuggled the party sweets into my bedroom. I’m pretty sure it was a Swizzles lolly, two chalky pastel layers, sweet and gently fizzy, eaten squashed under my bed with a torch, accompanied by the feeling of having let my mother down. As soon as I was old enough not to care, I stopped Lenten abstinence.
But some remnant of childhood guilt has clearly stayed with me, as I still like to mark Lent in some way. Last week I saw tweet from someone saying that they were going to try something new every day in Lent and the idea sang to me.
I like doing new things, and I think I’m quite good at it. But I’ve never consciously done something new every day or even really stopped to think about what I’ve learnt or done. So that’s what I’m doing for Lent. 40 New Things. So far I’ve had two sessions learning about working with acrylic, started a new book, seen the Lego Movie, done my first run of 2014, applied for a new passport, seen Grayson Perry talk at the Festival Hall and met some interesting new people. It may start getting a little tenuous soon, but I’m thinking about trying new recipes and learning new words on days when I’m stuck.
What do you reckon? Want to join me?