Confession Tuesday

Dear Reader,

I confess I haven't had much to confess recently.  I love boring, the way some people love drama.

Though lately, my mind is spinning, trying to finish things, trying to plan for things, trying to keep things clean, and trying to enjoy.

That's a lot of trying.

So, I'll continue.  Trying and confessing... to the confessional--

I confess I wish I was more of a doer than a trier.

I confess-- give me an afternoon and I will lose myself in a book, in a poem, or in a nap.

I confess I've had quite a bit of synchronicity lately.  It makes me feel connected.

I confess I worry if anyone is reading this.

I confess it's easier to forget I have a blog.

I confess my favorite treat is currently seasalt chocolate.

I confess I'm back to wanting to live/retire in a condo.

I confess I am six years in futures, two days in the past.

I confess it's hard for me to hate people because I have such a poor memory.

I confess sea otters can make me jump out of bed and run down a hill.  This is to see them.  This is not because they are in my bed.  That would be weird.

I confess I'm a little overwhelmed these days. A little and a little more.  But grateful.  And walking into the world with the belief I can find beauty everywhere.




  1. Sea otters in the bed... There's got to be a poem in there somewhere. :)

  2. I should feel shy, but you make me feel less so. It's a comfort to hear from an accredited writer with a streak of non-energy (I can't quite honestly feel it's purely lazy) similar to mine. When something needs to be written, I don't avoid it--of course, I welcome it, but when nothing does, I've given up trying to will it into being. So I confess too. And I confess to wanting to put TMI out there in poetry. Amen.


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