Fasting has this way of bringing out the "true me." Maybe I could hold it together and act like everything is fine if I were fat and happy, full of food, rested, rich and young. But I'm not, and not-so-deep-down I'm having an emotional crisis in response to my current situation. I don't think it's going to be alright. I don't think all will be wonderful in a few days (okay, to be honest, even in the midst of all this I'm still an optimist and I actually DO think it's all going to be alright... but I don't FEEL like it's going to be alright).
My lovely wife, as always, has an excellent suggestion: she said I need a day with the Lord. She often suggests this when I'm having a rough time, probably because experience shows that it helps!
And, lastly, I'm making a lunch appointment with someone I don't know, and it is awkward deciding whether to tell him that I'm fasting. I hate to come across like it's a big deal, and I hate to even mention it. But it's sort of one of those things that I need to do before the fast is over... sigh. I'm sure it will be fine. Because everything is always fine eventually. Right? Right? Am I right?