"Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling-frightened you'll slip away." from the movie Evita
According to Saint Augustine, "The confession of evil works is the first beginning of good works" . Given the current state of affairs inside my head, I think that some anonymous confessing might just be the healing salve I need. I know not everyone has entire skeletons hanging in their closets, but you at least have to have a few bones buried in the yard.
I know that this isn't a unique idea...but it is one that has me intrigued. I would like for all three of my Faithful Readers (and the handful of new readers, strangers and lurkers) to post their confessions in my comment section. Please keep them strictly anonymous! If enough of you are willing to share, I might add a few of my own. (I bet you didn't think I actually kept any secrets from you, did you???;)