I am not dead, dismembered or laying in a ditch unconscious. I have not lost my memory and am walking around the United States from town to town getting into adventures as I try and figure out who I am. I know there would be about 22 adventures a year and none during the summer. Sometimes those adventures may even end on cliff-hangers in May and then start again in September with a new haircut. But none of that really happened. Although I would like to talk about how I saved that boy from the drug dealers or saved the single mom from her oppressive new boyfriend who got in deep with the local organized crime leader who isn’t that scary but has an oddly shaped goatee. That would have been fun and I am sure I could have dealt with that in a timely fashion before I had to move on to the next town and save another poor soul.
So let me get right into a good blog entry that speaks to my wonderful readers that have not given up on me or the ones that signed up for a baking blog and have realised that I haven’t posted about baking in a few months. They must think I am some baking tease. Show a little pastry and then don’t show more. Don’t judge me for my pies! Well, actually, I would like that. My pies are quite tasty.
I recently got caught in a lie. It was a big lie that was never intended to become the lie that it was. But regardless of intentions, the lie was a lie and there is no excuse for it. This one lie morphed into a series of lies to support the original one. The lies got more intense the guilt and the stress of maintaining the lie became harder and harder for me. Eventually the truth had to come out. I knew this was inevitable. There was no way to keep it going forever but I was a coward to admit the truth until it was far too late and I was forced into it. I am not proud of the lie and this blog isn’t a way to make light of it. It’s really more of a story about being honest at all times. It’s a better way to live. I started with a lie that didn’t seem that big at the time but as the days and weeks progressed it became worse and worse and worse. It became so big that getting the truth out was too frightening to deal with. My solution was to hide from the truth and avoid the inevitable. Now that the truth is out my life seems to be so much easier. While I still have to deal with the guilt and consequences of my lies, I can move on and live a life without lies and mistruths and deception.
So what’s my point? It really is about living a life without deception and lies. While some lies are good (Yes, there is a Santa Claus ) most lies are bad. They may make things easier for the liar but they end up hurting others and when can that ever be a good thing? All lies eventually come out and the longer they fester, the more they hurt. The best way to deal with it? Just tell the truth.
I expect a few emails asking what the lie was. And no, I am not gay, pregnant or a secret agent who travels the world killing bad guys.