Starting out
After getting all of this set up, I had wanted to write a bit more of a substantive debut. I’m too tired, though. My body has decided to stage a rebellion and inform me that it can no longer manage on three hours of sleep. It rebels, making me curl up and snooze at 10 pm on weeknights, and sleep for most of the weekend.
This is relevant to the topic of this blog. Really. See, I haven’t been to Mass since Ash Wednesday–working on Sundays means that I can go at 8 am or not at all, and I grew up going to 5:15 Saturday evening Mass ans I strongly dislike it.
I ought to stop the excuses, but I still haven’t found anywhere comfortable for me to go as a single young adult. It’s easier to make excuses not to do something that makes me so uncomfortable and makes me feel so out of place. Even when it’s something that I ought to do and am in fact obligated to do.
