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Many moons ago, I read a quote from Ven. Abp. Fulton Sheen that helped me redefine and reframe the small irritations of daily life. But I could not, could not, find it anywhere, so of course I threw myself at the feet of my facebook friends, who are brilliant internetters, until we finally scrounged it up.
It's from a book called Fulton Sheen's Wartime Prayer Book and goes like this:
"At least three times a day, deny yourself some tiny, legitimate pleasure, such as the extra cigarette, the second drink, or the extra lump of sugar, in order to discipline your spirit and keep mastery over yourself for the love of God.
These little "deaths" are so many rehearsals for the final death. Dying is a masterpiece, and to do it well, we must die daily: 'If any man would come after me, let him...take up his cross daily' (Luke 9:23)."
Once a week there's a free local "newspaper" filled with ads that gets thrown at the base of our mailbox. Then the bag it's in gets wet and then it freezes to the ground and then some dirty snow piles on top of it and then the mail truck drives over it and when I notice it I just do not want to pick it up and throw it away. Like, it's not even that because I don't ask for that piece of trash to be thrown there, I feel like shouldn't have to be the one to get it. It's nothing that reasonable. It's just "I'm just here to get the mail. I don't also want to peel frozen trash off the ground." So I give myself a little shake and pick up the stupid piece of garbage.
Sometimes in the evening I look around the kitchen and ask myself what would be nice to have done come morning and I do that instead of scrolling through Instagram even though I really want to scroll through Instagram something fierce and if I think of this quote, I feel at peace instead of feeling put out by my boring lot in life.
I'm not doing anything heroic or spectacular or even "extra." These are things that, as a wife and mother and homeowner, I ought to be doing. So I'm not here braggin' on my awesomeness or anything. It's just that I love how this advice from Ven. Sheen helps me to reign in my first instinct which is to not do the thing unless I really feel like it. When I remember to take his advice, of course. Which has been...spotty lately. We'll just call it that: spotty. Wink wink.
Here's to a masterpiece of a death, y'all.