I have a confession to make... I'm a saint.
It must be true because I've been staring at the screen for over two hours now, trying to come up with a confession and so far I've completely failed.
In that amount of time, I could've read 100 pages in my book, worked out and showered, or cleaned my bathroom. Instead, I've got nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Perhaps the issue is that I want to be perfect in my imperfection. I've actually written confessions on three different subjects this morning and none of them have been worthy of posting. Clunky, boring, unfunny.
For now, I'm giving up and going to do something more productive. Sorry folks, I should've written some confessions when I was experiencing all of those migraines earlier in the week. Better luck next time!