Last year, I sort of lost my faith.
This year, I’ve not really been bothered.
I was making hot cross buns, and recognized the irony of making a bun to celebrate a holiday when I don’t know how I feel about said holiday.
It’s like fasting during Ramadan, even though I’m not a Muslim.
It made me decide that I need to learn what I believe.
I can’t just go off of the faith that I claimed as a child. I can’t claim to believe things but not know what it truly is.
So I have to work it out for myself, and I am determined to do so.
I hope within the next year, but I don’t know how long it will really take. As long as I make good progress in the next year, I’ll be happy with it.
Funny what hot cross buns can trigger.