Go To Church!

Recently, an older friend of mine told me I need to go to church. This can't be a good sign about the state of my life.
We were in a conversation with another friend who was telling us how she was receiving blessings on blessings on blessings, and that she had reached all her goals. She credited God for this, saying that she was a spiritual person, and that her consistent self-affirmations also helped.
I don't know why I felt safe enough to say out loud that I feel that goals are unattainable sure ways to disappoint yourself and that affirmations are stupid, but I did. That's when my old friend told me I need to go to church.
"Do you go to church?" she asked.
"Nope," I answered honestly.
"You should go."
And, without me meaning to, I frowned, let out a grunt, and began to sink down into my seat. I don't know why. I'm not against church...I don't think.
She essentially told me that I need to go to church and pray it out.
"I pray for you," she said. I was relieved. I don't know where I would be without old lady prayers.
"Why do you think affirmations are stupid?" my other friend asked me.
The long and short of it, "Because I am negative," I answered. Real talk.
"I am going to pray that negativity off of you," she said.
I smiled. Silly woman. My negativity is as much a part of me as my adorable cheeks. It can't be prayed away. Surgically removed, sure, but not prayed away.
Sigh. Would it hurt me to go to church? No, but I don't want to. I am more comfortable lying to myself, telling myself that praying at home alone when I am in a pickle is doing the trick for my life. Side note: it isn't. Perhaps I do need to get more in touch with my so-called Methodist life.