I grew up in the Catholic Church & attended Catholic schools from grades 1-12. Going to confession was something that I remember doing at least twice a year. When I was younger I would make up stuff for confession. How crazy is that. The only things that I had to confess would have been lying to my mother. Boring I know! I needed something more interesting so I made up stuff. When I finally got to the point in my life where I really did have something to confess I was no longer a practicing Catholic. So now my confessions are just between me & God.
This is not going to be me sharing my dirty laundry with the world but rather a more humorous look at my life.
Cue Usher………So here are my confessions…
I do not know how to grocery shop. When I was married the mister did a much better job of this than me. When I leave the grocery store I have all of these bags and still don’t have anything to eat for the week. Just crazy and mad expensive, especially when I’m trying to feed two teenage boys.
I am an introvert most of the time. I truly enjoy my own company. That comes from being an only child I guess. I don’t like huge crowds. They can be a bit overwhelming to me. I have not attended events because I know that there will be a crowd & just the thought of it takes away my joy. On the other side, being around people inspires me…truly special I know.
“CONFESSION IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL”
I despise being stuck in traffic. This is another reason that I don’t like big crowds. All of the traffic that comes with the event. It’s really bad if I’m the driver. My patience just cannot handle the sitting & barley moving. When I attend a Grizzles game I will leave before the crowd or wait until the crowd has moved on before I leave.
One last one… I don’t like mean people. People who are not nice for no reason at all really irk me. Life is too short to go out of your way to be mean. It’s not hard to be nice, really it’s not. Being nice to others can only help to bring joy to your world.
So there you have it….my confessions. And I didn’t have to make them up.
What do you need to confess? I’m listening
Beewisdom-Confession is good for the soul