This is an issue with me.

I have a lot of pet peeves, I so admit. Seems like the older I get, the more pet peeves I uncover.

Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner…is one. Add that dreadful tomahawk chant that every stinkin’ football stadium subjects me to, and even the Wabash Cannonball from our beloved KState. And then there are the annoying Toyota or Chevy truck commercials that are played no less than 34 times in the span of one ballgame. People who do not say “thank you.” Selfie-takers and Facebook post-ers who are clearly desperate for comments.

My insides churn with irritation.

But apparently, my insides do not churn enough irritation when it comes to the pet peeve I have against MYSELF.

I must feel I OWE it to people when they ask, “How are you?” or “How is Sam?” That’s all it takes, and I spew forth details that have no business being mentioned.

I did it today. And my insides are churning and disgusted with myself.

I love what Brene Brown says…”Vulnerability is about sharing our feelings and our experiences WITH PEOPLE WHO HAVE EARNED THE RIGHT TO HEAR THEM.”

I am grateful today to have had a few people in our home this weekend who have earned the right to know our complete story.

I am grateful today for 677 chances to try again.

I am grateful today for early darkness so that this day can be over and done.

I can grab one of the four remotes and turn down the stadium noise, but duct tape and a Psalm or several are needed for my mouth.

Take control of what I say, O LORD, and guard my lips. – Psalm 141:3