I confess that I struggle to be present where I am, in the moment. I spend too much time thinking about other things – reprocessing past events, or dreaming about future ones – and have trouble just being totally present to what I am doing at any given time. I confess that I think a person can literally fail to live their own life because they are so busy living in the past or in the future.
I confess that it was a really bad sports weekend for me. Wildcats lost, Jimmie Johnson lost the Nascar championship, and the Chiefs continued their downward slide. At least the Chiefs have a silver lining. I hope that they lose out and draft Matt Barkley with the first pick. Luckily I have been slowly weaning myself off really caring that much about sports for several years.
I confess that typically find myself fighting a cold or some sort of sickness when vacation time rolls around. If I get sick in a given year, it is usually over Thanksgiving, Christmas, or vacation. I confess that I’ve been trying to find a way to avoid what seems like the inevitable malady this week without simply staying with a normal schedule and pretending there isn’t a holiday.
I confess that I have had to read the funeral mass from The Book of Common Prayer more times in the past year than ever before. I confess that I believe this to be one of the most beautiful – albeit sad – parts of the church’s prayer book. I confess that these words speak of profound hope in the face of death; so much so that I think it almost a shame that they are only spoken in the moments of grief.
I confess that I am looking for a twin mattress to give to one of my friends who just got off the street and went through rehab. He’s sober and has a place to stay but needs a few things, (including a job and a mattress) in order to set up camp indoors for awhile.
I confess that I make the people around me pay when I don’t get my way.
I confess that I’m not as soft-hearted as I used to be – not sure what happened.
I confess that I am not yet running enough miles each week to off-set the amount of food I’ve been eating.
Okay – I made my confession. Now you make yours!