I’m reminded once again of how important it is to tell the truth.
And how easy it is to bend it.
I told a story, loosely based on an experience I had and although I told some of the truth, I left out key details that altered the tone of the story.
Always tell the truth.
I will acknowledge that sometimes the truth is hard.
But didn’t Hemingway say, “Write hard and clear about what hurts”?
Well, I didn’t and it’s come back to bite me in the ass.
I’ve discovered I’m terrible at withholding information.
Information that changes the nature of my interactions.
I’m not clear whether it’s because I have a fear of confrontation or because I just don’t feel empowered to be open and honest.
Either way, I’m sitting here thinking about truth and honesty and how dangerous it is to skirt the slippery slope of non-fiction writing.
And although we’re almost halfway through this year, I’ve resolved to spend less time blogging what isn’t 100% true and more time blogging what is.
And of course, being more vocal about my own thoughts and feelings, in situ.
Because withheld information ALWAYS has a way of coming to the surface and it’s better to deliver the truth yourself than through a password-protected blog post.