So today was officially the first day of Ramadan. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Ramadan allow me to give you a quick preview: for 30 days I am not supposed to eat, drink, swear, lie, or fight from approximately 4:40 am – 7:45 pm.
In other words, I cannot do much of anything I normally do on a daily basis. This is supposed to help me “reset” my priorities and realize what I should focus on for the next 11 months of the year.
This year I’ve promised myself that I am going to try to get something more out of Ramadan than just hunger. This must seem like a very obvious goal but honestly, it isn’t easy to execute.
While I struggle with my goal, allow me to share what I know will really happen in the next 30 days:
- I will wait until after sunset to swear, lie, or fight. It just can’t be helped.
- I will be in the worst mood.
- I will take it out on others (read: Maya).
- I will have a permanent headache.
- I will be even more impatient than usual and my mantra will be “I’m fasting for crying out loud, can’t you cut me some slack?”
- I will delve deep into the art of organizing in order to make the day go faster – the kitchen cupboards, my closet, and Ali’s desk are my on my to-do list.
- I will falter and swear while cleaning/organizing Ali’s desk because eliminating 11 months of bacteria and dirt will be even more challenging than fasting for 30 days.
- I will be freezing cold due to lack of food and my already low blood pressure, regardless of the temperatures outside. I will wear my grandma-ish cardigan and people will laugh at me. I will be too cold to care.
- I will become obsessed with perusing allrecipes.com. I will ironically spend most of my day planning what I am going to have for dinner.
A wise person once said that while time flies by, the 30 days of Ramadan seem like a year. I believe that my friends and family can attest to that. And if not, they certainly will by the time they’ve dealt with my bad mood for 30 days straight.
By the way, Mubarak = congratulations, but I prefer to save my Mubarak for the end of Ramadan. Call me crazy.