Monday Morning Confessional

I confess that I finally got new jeans that seem to fit – American Eagle… strange.

I confess that on the family outing to the mall to buy jeans I spent exactly 48 seconds in Abercrombie & Fitch and nearly threw up. First of all the music is way too loud. Second, the clothing is way over priced. Third, the 12 year old working there completely ignored us while she obsessed over her hair in the mirror. Fourth, the semi-erotic pictures on the wall celebrate a completely unrealistic expectation of what a human body should look like. Fifth, they have finally reached the point where their clothing has become a caricature of themselves – they are simply trying way too hard to be casual. I confess to wondering how this outfit is still in business.

I confess that when the family is around & I need to be emotionally present to them, I’m often thinking about some writing project, or some other task I need to work on. Yet, very often when the family is not around and I have a day or even an evening completely to myself I can’t make a decision as to how to spend my time, where to eat, what to work on, etc. Why such clarity when I’m tied up with family & lack of clarity when I actually get to choose?

I confess that I wanted the Patriots to win the Super Bowl even though I picked the Giants.

I confess that I thought Madonna was awesome at halftime. I confess that I usually think Madonna is awesome and this is very strange for me if for no other reason that I’m a rock and roll guy, not a pop guy.

I confess that the commercials were a huge disappointment this year, although it was nice to see Ferris Buehler make a cameo… and the monkeys are always funny.

I confess that I’m struggling with my observance of the daily office. I confess that I’m blame shifting this all to my ever changing morning routine, and hoping that it’s not some inner issue.

I confess that I finished “The Gift of Asher Lev” and it was and amazing book. I confess that my next novel will probably be a Chaim Potok book – I’m thinking The Chosen.

Okay, I made my confession… you make yours!