this is my third attempt at writing something about what i've learned sacrificing for lent.

nothing seems to be coming out right.

i'm hoping that this sacrifice (which has actually become much more of a sacrifice and struggle than i immediately thought it would be), will show me a lot about myself. i feel that it already has.

i was a slave. and completely unaware of it's hold on me.

i've been so frustrated for so long with my inability to make any sort of headway monitarily, but i am just beginning to realize how much of it was my own fault. my own lack of discipline.

saying no is so hard in a society when it's so easy to say yes.

there are many things i hope to learn and see through this time.

ash wednesday was to remind me of my own mortality. i think i constantly need to remember to die to myself. and my selfishness. and my constant desire for more.

my name is kim. and i'm a shopaholic.