I recall I conversation I had as a teenager with my mother. At some point during the conversation I commented that "I didn't want to do anything" [wrt: what do you want to do later in life?]. I was not intending to be facetious. Yet I'm not sure exactly what I meant. Probably something along the lines of I don't want to do anything, I just want to be (to exist).
As I reflect on Lent, and my omission of fasting this year, I wonder if God wasn't trying to show me that I need to slow down, to get stuff off my plate, to say no even if it seems like a fantastic opportunity. Maybe I need to back off on the doing and start working on the being.