I write a lot of confessional blog posts before I fall asleep.
It’s a habit that goes back to childhood. Sometimes at night, up until about the age of 10, I’d pull my mother aside and confess to various sins, such as reading the book on her shelf about marital relations.
I’ve always enjoyed a good confession. I feel clean afterward and can go to sleep with a good conscience.
My blog operates the same way. If I can confess my deepest fears and my biggest sins on here, then I can go to bed at peace and listen to the BeeGees and Barry Manilow until I fall asleep.
