There is a lot of stock in honesty. It keeps the slate clean without tainting our being with half-truths or total lies. Sometimes being truthful is hurtful. I am forever reminding myself that if it doesn’t meet the criteria – is it kind, necessary or true, then I probably need to keep it to myself. That sucks. Time to find some middle ground.
Finding balance in being truthful can provide the best of everything. For example, someone that you may not enjoy very much asks you if you would like to have dinner with them. If the thought of spending several hours of your life with this person makes you think of a billion excuses to not go, then you should decline the invitation. Stop saying “yes” to people, places, and things that waste your time. Instead of making up an excuse, the simple response is “that isn’t going to work for me”. I don’t owe anyone an explanation on my decision making process. Life is too short to be doing things I don’t want to do, being with people that don’t bring me joy, and complicating my existence with excuses that are sprinkled with half-truths.
Part of living an authentic life brings me peace and frees my spirit. I don’t have to live my life based on what other people think is right or wrong. That limits me and if I have learned anything in my expansive forty-nine years, is that my existence is based on my choices. The best version of me is not based on someone else’s blueprint.