It’s been awhile, and I finally went to Confession. I had to stand in line for almost an hour which in a weird way was psychologically pleasing. I was happy and a little freaked out to confess to Father Tim, who’s the same priest that baptized me. Fr. Tim made me laugh a few times, and offered very kind words of advice.
When walking home I had a strange feeling of buoyancy, and the birds were singing louder than usual.