Monday Morning Confessional

I confess that I have tried to post my confession all day I have not been able to. Blogger is blocked on the computers here, and my goofy EVO wasn’t allowing me to type in the field for a blog entry. I couldn’t get the keyboard to pop up… so frustrating! I finally downloaded the blogger app. Don’t know why didn’t I think of that work around sooner.

I confess that I miss my iphone.

I confess the first day of retreat is always the hardest for 2 reasons: first, I miss my family. Second, breaking the bonds of busy-ness while settling into rhythm of life in prayer which is foreign to me it takes a little time. I confess that my attempts to ratchet down my expectations concerning productivity will no doubt fail. I confess that in my attempt to allow myself to simply exist in silence and solitude, my need to produce and consume lays siege to my consciousness.

Nevertheless, I confess that I give thanks for the day.

I confess that the chair I’m sitting in here is incredibly hard and  uncomfortable, but I love the room (library)… Dilemma.

Although the rules of the dormatory at Conception are clearly posted stating that I want or quiet conversation must be observed till after 10 pm, I confess that 3 women stayed up till well past midnight  laughing in carrying on wildly up and down the halls of the dorm. (I say women, it could have been man with incredibly high voices. I never actually got a visual I can hear the cackling all the way down the hall). I confess that my annoying had much more to do with the fact that they were breaking the rules than with any actual bother they were causing me. I just put on noise blocking headphones and went right to sleep. I confess I’m fighting the urge to circle the “after 10 pm” policy on a copy of the house rules and tape it to their door. The only problem with that approach is that I’m currently breaking several rules myself.

I confess that I am a hypocrite.

I confess that I have hit the point where I can no longer beat my oldest son and video games anytime I want to. I use to have to sand-bag it to let him win, now I have to try my best not to look  incompetent so as to avoid the awkward moment when my 8 year old tries to console me after kicking my butt in wii bowling. I confess that I’m considering the new tactic of talking trash during the game. I’m pretty sure I can get in his head start winning again.

I confess that I dictated this entire confession into my EVO voice to text app and that it likely contains egregious typos.

I made my confession, now make yours.