Exodus

My dads sister and her family are quite religious. Not the stuff-down-your-throat religious, but more love-my-god-and-just-happy sort of thing. I don't mind it. They seem to focus more on God than religion which is a nice change. 

So my cousin's wife (my cousin-in-law if that works) writes a personal blog, and this year she's doing Lent. They're not Catholic, but she thought it would be a good chance to slow down, reflect and get in touch with what she believes in. I believe Lent started yesterday (Ash Wednesday), and todays blog post was regarding slavery. Or what she's a slave to.

Her list includes a) wanting more stuff (and she is referring to being materialistic, wanting clothes and shoes and a nice house), b) striving for success (almost broken down to caring about what people think of her, and whether she's achieved something in someone else's eyes), and c) addiction (the whole eat healthy, less cake more carrot sort of thing). 


So it got me thinking... what was I a slave to? Was there anything that keeps me from being the person I wanted to be?