The Truth Hurts...Sometimes

Tell the truth and watch your life change.






February 28, 2009
Easton, MD

Sometimes when this experiment comes up in conversation, people get uncomfortable.

Totally understandable. It's like any other potentially inflammatory topic: politics, homeschooling, quitting drinking. I always try to defuse these conversations since I’m more interested in dialogue than in people being uncomfortable.
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Talking with my dad just now about the weather, and my calculations about how many days per year I was spending just checking the weather. He loves to rib me. When I was a girl this really bothered me. Now I kind of enjoy it.

“You know, Jenny, there are other options besides spending that much time checking the weather,” he said (or something like that).

“Dad, I don’t self-regulate well. So I took a year. What’s a year anymore?”

“You’ll probably be worse when you go back to it,” he said, “e-mailing people at 3 o’clock in the morning you haven’t seen in twenty-five years.”

Ouch. The truth hurts. Or is that the truth?