I’m a writer, so I tell stories.
But at the beginning of this journey of getting my shit together, I made a promise to myself that I was going to tell the TRUTH … at all times … no matter what.
I felt so strongly about it that I even got the word tatted on my body as a reminder to myself.
Because I felt (and feel) like no one tells the truth anymore.
Lying has become a part of self-preservation, in a sense, because we’re doing it to protect ourselves from people’s reactions to the truth and the subsequent potential fall out. So we dress the lies up as protecting other people’s feelings.
And I think that’s wrong …
And selfish …
So I decided to tell the truth …
No matter what …
And it was all good …
Until my personal truth train came off the tracks …
And reminded me of why we lie.
Simply put, being honest with people is a slippery slope … a painfully slippery slope.
I’ll spare you the intimate details, but let’s just say that I broke someone’s heart the other day. I broke their heart and it hurt me to do so.
I had to tell someone the TRUTH … unvarnished and plain, despite their feelings about the subject.
And it sucked.
It sucked the biggest monkey balls ever known to man … no, gorilla balls … like the gorilla sized balls on King Kong.
It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do: to look someone who clearly wants something with every fiber of their being in their eyes and tell them that you don’t want the same thing.
And I had to watch them crumble. There’s something indescribable about watching someone’s heart break – even for me and my wordy ass.
Now, it’s still fresh for me, so I’m still in the process of sorting through my feelings, but I’m fairly confident that it was the right thing to do. I mean, I hope.
As I think about it and sort through it, I think about the times in my life when I lived dishonestly and how it was better for me in that moment to live that way. But a wise person told me that what happens in the dark always comes to light, but that takes time.
And I’d rather for someone hate me for a moment than hate me forever because time has passed and I kept something from them.
So this week’s blog is going to be short and to the point …
Because I’m a little emotionally tapped …
But until the next time we meet …
I want you to think about some of the honest conversations you need to have …
And stop putting that shit off …
Because we all deserve to know the truth.
Until next time folks,
Love and Light,
Erin
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It’s easier to lie than tell the truth but the latter I learned is better in the long run. It’s also difficult to keep track of lies the older you get so it becomes in your best interest to tell the truth. 🙂