i love communion sundays.

it just feels like - oh, i don't know - a fresh start of sorts.

i take the "bread" (a plain, unsalted cracker) and the "cup" (a little plastic cup barely bigger than a thimble, with almost a swallow of grape juice inside), close my eyes, and think of all the shit i did wrong and the people i probably pissed off, and the ones who pissed ME off.

then, i let it all go, pop the cracker in my mouth, and chew.

and as i choke it down, i open my eyes and instantly feel a sense of peace.

and this will sound corny or cheesy or whatever, but when i join the congregation in drinking that juice, i get goosebumps.

yay for fresh starts! it's kind of cool to get one every month. at least, i think so.