I was attending a conference recently where three speakers were on the afternoon agenda, and I gleamed some very valuable insight. First being, don’t ever sit in the front!!! I am by nature a back row sitter and that’s where I do my best work. I try to pay attention, but when my thoughts head south that’s all right. At peace with my wanderings. No harm, no foul. But sitting in the front row is its own special type of hell. (Too dramatic??) I sometimes attend church with one of my specials, not for my benefit but because I seldom turn down the first request. A telemarketers dream child. In theory I like a rousing hymn, but this particular music is numbing. Every song has forty-six verses but only twenty-one words. It repeats and repeats and even the hand raisers and swayers finally give up. The minister is very charismatic and Greek godish (yes a word) however, so that keeps me engaged. Except I usually end up thinking of olive groves and red wine, not the celestial experience I probably should be having at that moment. But there comes a time when I just long for those three transcendent words, Let Us Pray. My head drops! My eyes close! At that moment I must look like the most devout worshipper. But alas. Just a Boomlennial desparately seeking a quick nap. And it feels so good! Hallelujah!! When the praying is over I’m the last to lift my head, and it’s sometimes a feat. Others are probably praying for me at this point thinking I’m dealing with a lot of struggles. Oh I’m struggling alright. Crying out for the next prayer so I can close my eyes again. So devout! Okay back to the conference. All I wanted was one little prayer. And to get out of the front row where I had to keep my eyes open and my head upright. People were encouraged to tweet throughout which I find absolutely rude, but I was ready to dig out my phone and beg forgiveness for whatever might happen next. Peace be with me. Amen