“Confession of errors is like a broom which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer. I feel stronger for confession.” –Mahatma Gandhi
I’m not saying all the below confessions are errors, but there is something to be said for getting some things off one’s chest, figuratively speaking. So without further ado:
I only like camping: Please note I do not hate it, but for me it’s more about the people I get to spend time with and not the experience itself. If I could somehow bring with me a cute little cabin with a flushing toilet, I would possibly change my tune a bit. But as it stands, I’m not counting down the days until I can leave the comforts of home to live in a much smaller home on wheels.
Yes, we have a trailer that I am thankful to have. It 100% beats tenting, even without a useable hot water tank and a toilet both Jeff and I refrain from using unless it’s a genuine emergency.
It would cost more to replace the hot water tank than the trailer is worth, and neither one of us wants to clean the waste tank.
I have a book-buying problem: Okay, this will not shock anyone who knows me. My ‘to be read’ pile, if stacked, would probably be an alarming size. So I try not to think about it. Though I am realizing it is time for me go through my collection, and then donate what I am honestly not planning to read/re-read, or hold onto for other reasons.
To be honest, this is also being done in part so I can buy other books I’ve had my eye on for a while, but have managed to refrain from buying. (See? Growth!)
Though I should also renew my library card (for the love).
And not have so many books on the go simultaneously.
I am puzzled by the existence of barre chords on the ukulele: I am thankful to have all 8 fingers and both thumbs working on my hands. And as I look at my four-stringed instrument, I wonder why someone has not figured out how to (for example) play a B-flat chord with all four fingers coming into play.
Pun/sports metaphor not planned, but definitely kept once noticed.
Being in a time of pruning spiritually-speaking can be hard: I know it’s super-easy for some people to let God move in their lives, snipping off this-‘n’-that to help them grow in terms of character and the like. And that is great, but it is not my experience at present. I know in my head God’s working for my betterment, but at the same time I get kind of panicky with too many unknowns/uncertainties.
If there is anything you’d like to get off your chest, feel free to share in the comments, or on the social medias. And, as always, thank you for taking the time to read - it is appreciated. :)