I try to go to Confession regularly. The key word here is “try.” I went last Saturday and told the priest it had been three or four weeks since my last confession. After walking out, I discovered it had been closer to six weeks. This was a minor thing, but it immediately made me feel like I needed to walk back into the church, get back in line, and just clear up that one little thing. And while I was there I could probably confess scrupulosity, as well.
Comic: Falling Into Sin. Literally.