Fast Faster Fastest

This is my third year fasting during the month of Ramadan -- my boyfriend and his family fasts. I do it to support my boyfriend, sure, but it has also proved to be an incredible experience and opportunity for self-growth. Ultimately, you wake before dawn and eat, think positive thoughts all day, meditate/pray, feel grateful for what you have, break your fast in the evening, stay up late to be productive, eat more, then sleep. Last year I had this down like a science. It was amazing. I was glowing goodness for 4 weeks.

This year has proved to be a tad more difficult. Firstly, Ramadan started the day we returned from Switzerland. The jet lag has been kicking my butt, and sending me to bed at 10:30, making it difficult to stay up/feel good/eat more. Also, I work at a food establishment. I thought I would be really suffering, serving hot good pizza all day long. Surprisingly, that doesn't bother me (it's more the cold drinks that I crave). The issue lays more so in the rudeness of the customers -- that I have a hard time smiling through. Particularly with the USC "douchette," as my little sister has aptly called them. Bros/frat guys/douches I can handle, but I know what those girls are thinking, and it isn't that I am an accomplished young woman poet and likely more intelligent and well-read than they are. Otherwise they would be actually putting money in my hand rather than dropping it on the counter as if I would burn them with my touch, and curbing their snarky smirks.

But! Must keep thinking positively -- maybe they will grow and learn and produce something wonderful in the world...right?