Breaking the Mold

In a effort to be fearless, I’m going to make some confessions.

Sometimes I say “crap.”

Sometimes I go to the movies, pay for one and watch two.

Sometimes I drink wine and I’m known to be fond of a gin and tonic.

Sometimes I think the world is full of idiots and they follow me wherever I go. Sometimes I think I’m related to all the idiots.

Sometimes I feel sorry for myself.

Sometimes I deliberately cut off a driver who’s been speeding and bugging me.

Sometimes I’m angry at God. Or my stud muffin. Or my kids. Or even, myself.

Hmmm… I thought I would feel better after saying some of those things “out loud.”

Maybe I’m just human and I’m the only one who didn’t know that.

Note to self: reread this tomorrow and see how brave it really was. Or not.


  1. Carrie, Having no credentials for casting a single stone in this instance, I can only say that confession is supposed to be good for the soul. Peace.

  2. Thank you, Richard! I have to say, I think I do feel a little more authentic. Maybe there's a crack in the mask...

  3. Love it. I'm trying to accept my own human-ness this year, too.