Monday Morning Confessional

I confess that everyday when I’m running on the Mill Creek Trail I speed up and watch for flying objects as I pass under the bridge at K10 Highway. I confess that I do this because I have an irrational fear that someone is going to throw a glass bottle out of a car driving past at 80 miles an hour, and that it will hit me on the head, (despite the fact that nobody uses glass bottles anymore except for beer). I confess that I typically run 6-7 days per week – which means that I irrationally fear for my life for at least 30 seconds a day.

I confess that I often work for many hours, even all day at a coffee shop or restaurant like Panera that serves coffee. I confess that if I’ve finished my coffee, but I know I’m going to stay and work for a couple of hours, I keep my empty coffee cup sitting beside my laptop just to prove that I’m a paying customer and not some freeloader who just came in for the free wifi.

I confess that I cannot bring myself to write the word “woot” to express genuine excitement. Are there “woot” people and non “woot” people? I see it in tweets and Facebook status updates. I understand what it means and internally I can go along with it when I’m reading without judgment, but I cannot make myself actually write it. I confess that I think I’m a non-woot person, and that this somehow makes me less of a full member of the online community.

I confess that I’m back to the iphone & couldn’t be happier about it.

I confess that in recent weeks more people have been getting into the spirit of the Monday Morning Confessional. I confess that this makes me supremely happy & makes my confessions feel a little less lonely. Confession is good for the soul.

I confess that two years ago I carefully recorded all of Andy Johnson’s lectures on The Book of Revelation on my old iphone. This weekend I updated the software so that it would run a game my sons wanted to play. When I did it wiped the lectures… all 30 hours. The files are gone. I confess that I’m not happy about this. I confess that these types of things bug me beyond what is typically considered appropriate for that kind an of issue.

I made my confession – now make yours!