A while back some friends of mine from college, each posted a list of ”Confessions” in which they shared some of the little secrets about them others most likely would not know; or at least secrets that they previously wouldn’t want people to know! While these weren’t deep inner thoughts that would be inappropriate to share with the rest of the world, they were parts of their personality or “not so great” habits they admitted they’d like to change. You know…those things we may struggle with feeling a little guilty about, but have not been convicted strongly enough to fix. (Or maybe I should say, we’ve not been obedient enough to change??? I’ll let you decide for yourself.)
While their posts certainly made me smile (let’s face it there is something kind of humorous in having a drawer full of wedding thank you’s that were written but never sent), I really admired these girls for their willingness to unveil the truth of their lives in an effort to bring accountability. So, I’ve decided to do the same. In no particular order, here are my confessions:
1. I never wash my face at night eventhough I know I should. I’m sure someday soon this will come back to haunt me, but for now I am simply so tired that I forgo taking care of my skin in an effort to get more sleep. That extra 60 seconds seems well worth it.
2. I am not a fan of pets. I like animals in nature. I like them even more in the zoo where I know they can’t touch me. And I LOVE the idea of a family Christmas photo that includes the good ole’ Golden Retriever. But, I am not one of those people who has a natural love for caring for one in my house. I get far too grossed out by the fur, slobber, and “other stuff”. And no matter how much you try and convince me that it’s just like having a kid, I’ll have to disagree.
3. I sometimes pretend that I am listening to my husband when he talks about work and tries to explain his latest “missile launching project”, when really he lost me after the first two minutes. (This is one I definitely need to work on! The poor guy!) Then, I try to justify it because I’m not an engineer and will never understand what he’s talking about.
4. I am worse than most men when it comes to going to the doctor. I avoid it at all possible costs, primarily because they scare me. I get nervous just pulling into the parking lot and I think I am more afraid of getting my blood pressure taken (I hate that thing!) than I am of the fact that I could be sick.
5. I sometimes try to coordinate my son’s outfits with my husband’s clothes or mine. Totally cheesy, but I think it’s cute.
6. I care way too much about what other people think of me and therefore frequently get caught up in the vicious cycle of comparison.
7. I still love to watch Beverly Hills 90210. (Ok, totally embarrassing. As if that show wasn’t a bad enough influence the first time around!) Thankfully I don’t get the channel that plays the re-runs of this teenage soap opera, but I love when I visit my parents and can find it on their t.v.
8. I can count on one hand the times I’ve left the house without makeup, even for things like exercising. Definitely working on the whole vanity/insecurity thing these days. Not that I think being able to leave the house without makeup every now and then would indicate I’ve overcome that obstacle, but it would certainly be a start in the right direction.
9. I think it’s kind of fun to lie. Now, before you think I am just awful, you must know that I am not referring to lying to avoid a consequence, to hide something, or to hurt others. I am more talking about making up stories just to see if I can get someone to believe me (particularly my husband, but he’s onto my game so it doesn’t always work.) I somehow get a sick satisfaction in knowing that I am at least a little convincing. Oh…and for the record, I am also notorious for exaggerating, which I guess is also kind of like lying. Paul thinks all of this is really just due to my inner desire to be an actress.
10. I hate Auntie Anne’s pretzels. Just the smell of them makes me sick to the stomach. I even avoid walking by them in the mall as much as possible. And while this may be a stretch to place in a list of “confessions”, my husband thinks it’s just plain sinful. So, I decided to include it.
There you have it folks. The real Kate. Definitely a work in progress…Thank you, Lord!!!
