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Confessions

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Confessions

It's early this Tuesday morning. I had some dreams last night about some 'mean girls', who weren't very nice to me and also that I made a porn video while Jason watched- weird.

Last night, I must confess that I got teary-eyed at the season finale of The Bachlorette. Though I hadn't seen it all season, the music and everything got to me. I'm thinking that maybe they will last and it made me want to go to Tahiti.

confessions. how much do we confess to one another, honestly, about those things in our lives that we keep to ourselves, that we don't share, that we keep secretly quiet and let it grow in the shadow of our spirit.

What are we afraid of? What am I afraid of? What have I NOT said out loud out of fear? I will take this question out with me for the day. If something comes up, I will share tomorrow.

I just remembered how I hated going to 'confession' and struggling to come up with things to tell the priest because you didn't want o go in empty handed. "Father it's been many many many years since my last confession… I had bad thoughts, I said a bad word, I lied to my parents…." and then usually I got stuck. LOL!

Hmmm. this coffee tastes good today and I'm looking forward to reading the newspaper. What will I find in the news other than Lindsay's release from jail?

The piece here is titled "Confessions of A Child Dropped on The Dance Floor." It's my version of Madonna and Child; and it's meant to be silly.

It feels good to be silly, and thank you Jason for allowing me to do so.