Confession: I have some problems confessing.
Lent is, in actuality, not all that long. Forty days is like nothing, in the grand scheme of things. But as of late, I haven’t been able to think of any good confessions to write about. Really, this awkward silence has lead me to two things that need to be confessed.
1) The past few weeks have been super crazy. Within the scope of two full weeks, I will have attended three conferences amongst all the other things that I have to continue to do regularly. I seem to believe that attending these things will automatically make me a better person, a more adequate academic, or just plain awesome. However, they really mostly just make me tired. I’m glad for conferences, a lot of good stuff happens at places like that, but I’m tired. And whiny.
2) I’ve become sort of addicted to confessing. I knew from the get-go that this might happen, and it isn’t quite as dramatic as I thought. I just found myself moving from self-reflection as some sort of spiritual practice to thinking of things to confess simply for the sake of having things to write about. I don’t intend to give up on this project, but I need to reorient myself into a place of honest self-reflection again. Wait. Did I just do it? And then I recognized it. And now I’m writing about it. And now I’m telling you about it. I’m not sure if this is good or bad…