So you may have noticed that I recently became affianced. Soon after, I realized that meant I was going to get married? I am trying to process this life event and here’s what’s going on in my brain… “Whoa. This is kind of a big deal. There are so many things to panic about. I should probably focus all of my emotional energy on the most significant element… The thing that’s really at the core of my impending marriage.” So obviously I have decided to fixate on the fact that I will be required to complete the sacrament of reconciliation.
Let’s back up. I’m not a super religious person. I was raised Catholic… Or raised by people who were raised Catholic… So when I tell people I’m Catholic, what I really mean is that my parents made me go to Sunday school until I was done with my first communion. I have maybe gone to church once a year since then and only to convince my devout grandmother that I am not Satan. Continue reading “Confession”