I was shocked when a member of Generation X began sharing this experience with us. It was during the social part of a twice-monthly meeting of a crew of creatives.
The reason for my shock was this: I had also been considering "going to confession." I hadn't done that since the early 1970s when I had decided to chuck my Catholic faith. In fact, I had been looking into contacting an offbeat Catholic Church here in Tucson, Arizona.
With so much disruption in my career and in my personal life, I needed anchoring. Part of that had to be, at least for me, being "forgiven" by some kind of authority figure for the wrongs I had done other human beings. No, I didn't give a damn about commercial transgressions. So what if I didn't give my all in a client assignment for 30 ways Millennials can save money.
It has really eaten into my soul that there have been human beings whom I have treated without warmth and respect. The source of that indifference, I have a hunch, had been my preoccupation with networking primarily with the professionally successful, the pretty people and anyone under 39.
Yes, Father, I have sinned.
I might have a lot of company in seeking out peace of mind from such an ancient form of clearing away the wreckage of the past. "Going to confession" could become the new cool practice for those of us determined to become better human beings.