“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.” ~ St.
It was just one hour. One stupid, solitary hour. And yet, the time change this weekend really set me back. I did everything I could to prepare for it. I made sure my work was done early and that I had nothing to do after the evening Mass on Saturday. I settled down to sleep an hour early so that, the next morning, I would be refreshed.
And yet, when Sunday morning arrived, my alarm woke me up. My alarm. Now, this is something you have to know in order for this to make any kind of sense. I set my alarm every night but only rarely wake up to it. I am almost always up about a half hour before my alarm is to go off. I wake up, turn the alarm off, and begin my morning.
But Sunday? The alarm woke me from a sound sleep and I wondered where I was. Then my second alarm went off and I thought, “Good God!”, and leapt up to begin my morning. My morning was tiresome. I had no spring to my steps. I fumbled through my Masses. When I got back to the house, I was a bit disoriented and very tired. The time changes in the spring when I lose an hour’s sleep seem to do this to me anymore. It wasn’t this way when I was young.
However, there was work to be done and I did it. I was exhausted for it; but, I did it. I also muddled through a bit of Monday before coming out of my time-change stupor and now my system has regulated itself once again.
You might be tired of Lent. It might have thrown you for a curve. You might be fatigued by your resolutions. Yet there is still work to do. As Mother Teresa would say, let’s get it done.
FAITH ACTION: Tired or enthused, weak or energetic, despondent or full of hope, call to mind your Lenten resolutions and live them to the best of your ability as if this were the first day of Lent.