The Confessional

Clearing away yesterday's snow also cleared my conscience.

For two hours, I pushed back large ridges of snow left behind by our snowplow guy. With each heave, I mulled over problems.

First blaming others for my trouble; Second recognizing my own short comings; Third taking responsibility for my actions; Fourth accepting the challenge to act above the call of duty; Finally giving thanks for each drop of sweat - the penance for my trouble and stress release.

This time at work, I compared to that – spent in The Confessional.