This is not my first rodeo into this realm of the feminist movement.
Last time we demanded that men change, declared our sexual freedom, decided to make ourselves happy instead of waiting for “HIM” to make me happy, and burned our bras. OHHH. . . the freedom we thought we had found.
"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."
― Ann Rice
Many years ago in another lifetime, I was leaving a marriage, in which I did not work outside the home. I left weeks of prepared meals in the freezer and directions for each taped on the refrigerator door. I had spent our entire marriage trying to earn my keep and my value (since I did not bring in financial income).
Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of the Lenten season in the christian faith. During the 40 days ending on Easter Sunday, we are asked to reflect upon our relationship with God by fasting or sacrificing something important in our lives. In the past, I have chosen to give up food or drink I love and this year I am deleting social media from all my electronic devices. In addition, I am adding an act of service to my daily routine in the hopes of enhancing the life of someone in need who makes sacrifices every day.