Fasting on Ash Wednesday, for me, usually means an accidental relapse, and that is what happened, unfortunately.

It started out as a busy day.  I had training in New York City so I commuted in on the train and walked across Manhattan since it was nice outside.  I walked about 20 blocks and it was wonderful to see the ashes on people's forehead, they are like fish drawn in dusty ground.  The church I am currently at right now does not participate in Ash Wednesday, but I celebrate it myself, and continue to participate in Lent. 

After training I walked by St. Anne's near Lexington Ave.,  on 43rd St. I believe, and they had an open Mass for people to come off the street and partake in the holy day, but I was not in the right frame of mind as I was rushing to the subway to catch a train to Newark for my graduate class.  It pained me, I wanted to go in so bad, but I actually just caught the subway and would have been very late to class otherwise. ... more