confession

I went to confession this weekend and it had been a while. Nothing is so humbling as waiting in a long line to tell a priest who’s acting in the place of Christ how petty, imperfect, and small you are. Nothing makes you so honest as having to actually articulate your failings aloud to another person. And nothing is more cleansing than an acknowledgment of failing, receiving absolution, and resolving to try to sin no more. How are we supposed to accomplish that? One day, one moment, one choice at a time. And asking for help along the way. For me, that means being where I am and not constantly trying to scramble to the next place. It’s Monday morning. Relax, it’s just the first day of the week. You have a million things to do today. Relax, you’re not going to get them all done. You want to get this, that, and the other done so that this, that, and the other will be over and you can get through it to the next list of obligations. Relax, there will always be more to do. You can’t forget this. You have to do that. Relax, and be where you are right now. Strive to get the kitchen tidy, the pile of laundry folded and put away, the paperwork filed on your desk, the sewing projects all completely magically finished in one felled swoop, the children napping at the same time, a mini work out in, a nice healthy lunch,…