It’s time for another Sunday Confessional, this is a near weekly -I don’t always get it posted- event where I open up the floor to commenters. We’re human, this means we screw up. Our lives aren’t like the TV shows we grew up with, no one edits out the bad moments and there are no retakes. We have a choice when we screw up, we can either laugh at ourselves or make ourselves miserables.
I had good intentions this week, there was a babysitter here I could have used to my advantage, but I never went jogging. I didn’t run off and hide to write. Yes, I still made progress, but it wasn’t even close to what I had hoped. I had plans to get out and find a new dress for next week’s conference, to get my hair cut, to. . . yeah, none of that happened. Instead I chose to snack my way through the days and vegetate, although I did make myself climb the five flights of stairs a couple times a day to stave off the guilt.
Don’t make me stand up here all alone, ‘fess up. What do you have to get off your chest?