I went to mass last night. I hadn't stepped foot in a church since, um, I can't even remember when; maybe when my grandmother passed away in 2007? That's a really long time to go in between masses.
It was so long, in fact, I actually debated whether or not I was allowed to take communion. The part of me that argued that I had received all the sacraments while growing up and was, therefor entitled to the host won out and I joined the line; I did, however, call my mother immediately upon leaving the church to confirm my decision with her (she said I was legit).
Other than that, the experience really was somewhat like riding a bicycle; I wobbled a little at first, but, as the service picked up momentum, I was able to ride it out without tipping over.
So, that's an additional aspect of Lent for me this year. I'm hearkening back to my New Year's resolution about inviting God into my life in a more meaningful way, and, truth be told, I've missed the routine of mass. I've missed the peaceful feeling that the music evokes in my soul, and, I've missed being part of something bigger than myself.
Plus, checking in with the spirit might help me resist the temptation of the Diet Pepsi bottles currently residing in my fridge, and, frankly, some days I need all the help I can get.