Imperfections

Sometimes I feel the need to defend myself when in actuality the truth should be enough.  My own personal honor code is pretty strict.  Mostly because I know what it's like to have someone step on my toes and I never want to do that to anyone else.

If I had to make up stories about something in my life, I would want to step back and re-evaluate why, because (in my experience) there will be consequences eventually.

The misstep of being caught in a little white lie is probably just a tiny hiccup in the course of a life, but the cliff hanger drama of the big fib turns ant hills into mountains.  They are the stuff that ruins relationships.

Before that happens I try to ask myself what I am afraid of?  Why do I feel I can't tell the truth?  And if it's a big enough problem then how does it fit into the frame work of who I am, who you are, who we are.

Most things aren't as complicated as they seem in the beginning.

The closer we are, the fewer duck blinds I need to camouflage my imperfections.