Yesterday over dinner we were discussing which of the seven deadlies we were most prone to commit. Which, why? Why were we talking about that instead of baseball?
Anyway, after reviewing myself on the Sin Front, here's what I decided.
WRATH: I'm more apt to be peeved in this life than wrathful. Except when someone steals my last Dr. Pepper.
GREED: Honestly, I'm too slothful to be greedy. Greed takes energy.
SLOTH: Seriously, is this really a sin? I don't think so. And when you turn this word into a noun, I'm a fan. Sloths rock, baby.
PRIDE: Again. This takes energy. Count me out.
LUST: Yeah. This one's pretty much in the rearview mirror these days.
GLUTTONY: Well, yes. Now we're getting somewhere. Especially if Mexican food is involved.
I wouldn't say envy consumes me. But it's a presence at times with me--especially in my writing life.
Especially when I'm feeling bad about my writing life.
OK. Gonna get to work now.
POSTSCRIPT: Actually, just want to clarify here. I don't feel bad about my writing life at the moment. WIFYR energized me. I feel that all things are possible. Except for a return of my stomach muscles.