Monday Morning Confessional

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 caught a little bit of Shaun the Sheep – the BBC stop motion animation show – with my kids this morning. Where has this show been all my life? It is seriously brilliant. I’m always thankful when old art forms are brought into the present day and kept alive. I confess that I often feel like Shaun.

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!