I Got Nothing

I'm working on a project for school that is requiring me to be exceptionally creative, and as much as I love being creative, and having an outlet for it...I gotta tell you, it is sucking the life out of me. I'm exhausted.

Lent starts tomorrow. I'm giving up soda again. I give it up every year. You'd think it would become routine, but every year I give up the same thing (give or take a couple of extras), and every year it is still hard. Every year I am reminded that I am weak but He is strong.

My biggest fear is failure, and that always comes to light around Lent season, because I have the same dream every year that I drink a soda and then remember it is Lent and have a big meltdown in my dream. And then I wake up.

My aunt always reminds me that we are Baptist and we don't give anything up and if I'm going to do this I can't complain about it. I think it's good that she reminds me about that because it kind of keeps my attitude in check as well.

Between school and a few other things, I'm mentally, creatively, and physically exhausted. So I'm going to bed...