I was mistaken about the scheduling this week and had the chance to go to Reconciliation yesterday. Growing up, I thought absolution was like a magic spell. For an hour or so afterward, I'd feel great and optimistic about the world. Then I'd get into that first argument, feel that flash of anger, and everything would be ruined.
Today I see the sacrament as a commitment. I know myself well enough to know that my flaws aren't going away in a wave of the hand. It's up to me to change course away from what leads to conflict with others and within myself. Not that I've come to believe God plays a lesser role in effecting changes. Reconciliation is about recognizing my good nature as created by God, and following that nature to do good.
I won't always succeed, but, "What matter wounds? For each time he falls, he shall rise again, and woe to the wicked."
(From what musical?)