So, I just turned 25 and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, about a lot of things. One of the things I’ve been thinking about a lot is the role that conscience should play in your day to day life. I grew up Baptist, but my dad’s family is Catholic and I converted a couple of years ago. I only include this information to say that conscience has always been a big part of my life and I learned about its existence very early. I remember the first time I hated my conscience, I was in 3rd grade and I had done something wrong. I was able to keep it from my mom for a few weeks, but I kept dropping hints because I wanted her to figure it out because I felt so guilty. It finally boiled over and I remember running into her room one night at about 10 p.m. and confessing, while bawling.