In Which He Goes Out of Character

I was feeling like a blob of shit last Saturday, so I made a spur-of-a-moment decision to go to an overnight retreat I was invited to earlier that week. And yes, it was a Christian retreat (collective gasp): CYA's Crossroads retreat, to be specific.

After organizing, facilitating, and co-facilitating at least a dozen retreats and leadership seminars, it really feels different to be a retreatant once again.

And yes, if you're wondering - I used to be active in parish- and school-based Christian organizations way back in high school.

What happened to me? I don't know. Why am I like this now? Why am I so different from the guy I used to be? I don't know. You tell me.