I find that one of the hardest parts of my life is that I enjoy honesty. On surface that sounds ridiculous. Who doesn't like honesty? Nobody wants to be lied to. Nobody wants to be a liar (wellllllll). But my desire for honesty is more than just wanting to be told the truth. And believe or not, it's more than me wanting to call everyone out for their junk. (Trust me, I love doing that!)
The honesty I love so much is the ability to be straight forward with people. I don't mean being rude and just saying it how it is, which is also fun. I love being able to tell people the good and the bad. Have you ever been told what you mean to someone? Your eyes are opened to an appreciation you just weren't ready for. And that is so refreshing. I love doing that to people. "Hey, I really appreciate how hard to work at..." Or for my clients, "Thank you for trusting me with your health concerns. I love watching you progress." I get some sick high from it. I wish that this world could handle more of the truth. I wish more people would tell their kids the truth, both good and bad. I think it's safe to say that all of us could go back two generations and say, "Oh no, my grandparents never talked about (fill in the blank)." There were many things that were kept secret. And I get that to a point. The created a generation of people that don't know how to accept honesty because they never heard it. And it seems to have trickled to my generation. And now we tell our kids they're fantastic and give them trophies just for showing up! Don't get me wrong, I'm all for encouragement, but we aren't helping our kids. They grow up thinking that they are God's gift to life and when things get tough, they falter or fail, they don't know how to handle it. I get it. My dad was harsh with truth. But I saw the love. He told me the truth because he didn't want me to end up some loser living in his basement. By today's standards, someone would have called child services because he didn't paint a picture with rainbow, glitter, and unicorns. But ya know what? I am so grateful for the honesty. I never walked around with a chip on my shoulder because he wouldn't let me. I knew my strengths. I knew my weaknesses. Without the truth, I would not be where I am today. Sometimes the truth hurts. It hurts to hear where we are failing. It hurts to find short comings. I get it. I truly get it. But it's in that hurt that we make decisions. We can choose to live with our failings or rise above. The truth will help you rise from the ashes. We cannot shy from it. We must run to it.
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