I hate driving to Confession. The weight of my sins bears down upon me. And then there's the pressure of remembering the mortal sins. I've resorted to keeping notes in my phone on more than one occasion.
I hate actually confessing. Heck, just talking to Fr. is nerve-wracking and I forget where I am for second. Or what I'm supposed to say! "The Lord be with you", Fr. says... in English. "Et cum spiritu tuo... um, sorry! I mean, and with thy spirit! Oops! Sorry, and with your spirit!" It's a bit embarrassing to say for the second or third week in a row that I've committed the same mortal sin(s) again. But dang it, this time I'm repenting. Really! Honest! And I really, honestly am... but then one day I fall off the wagon. Wash, rinse, repeat
But then I hear Fr's warm, kind voice on the other side. It's sin and that's not small potatoes. But at the same time, it's who we are. It's an affliction common to all, even the saints. They committed many of the same sins but they also depended on the same sacraments. And look what they accomplished! Repent, be forgiven, do penance and try harder next time. We're all screwed up. But forgiveness is available, operators are standing by.
Fr. offers gentle words of encouragement and food for thought to help me avoid my sins better in the future.
I hate driving to Confession, I hate actually confessing but I love coming out of Confession free as a bird.