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.
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.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Richard! I have to say, I think I do feel a little more authentic. Maybe there's a crack in the mask...
ReplyDeleteLove it. I'm trying to accept my own human-ness this year, too.
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