Ramadan Day I / Whoops! It started when?

Truth be told Day 1 was not perfect. It's probably related to me being one day behind all week and believing it started Thursday at sunset. I received a "How's your fast going?" mid-afternoon text and was brought to my present moment with my hand (and chip) dipped in some corn salsa. Multiple texts ensued. I was assured God was probably not going to smite me. I started immediately and excused my morning breakfast of PB toast, a cardamon latte and my salsa snack and put it all on my grace plate.

A couple hours later I learned how mindlessly I've been eating recently (even the good stuff). A piece of onion green that had torn away from it's parent plant was randomly hanging out on the farm table I was helping to manage. I carelessly took said green and immediately started munching on it. And then it clicked - stink - I can't eat!

The rest of the day I managed fairly alright. I did have a conversation with myself about going to bed for a couple hours till sunset so it would make the time go quicker.  A few of my refugee friends seem to have an advantage (minus they've been practicing most of their lives) - they work the evening shift and can sleep through part of the day. Not to say it's any easier but it might be.

Through this process I just need to keep reminding myself to have grace. To be mindful of what I can do and not kick myself if I fall off course.