Jenny Blake Inspires – White Lies
I love Jenny Blake. She’s a friend and blogger I’ve known for almost three years. I’ve also been lucky enough to giggle with, get down on the dance floor with, tip back drinks and talk with in person. She’s amazing.
I read her most recent post, On Not White-Lying By Omission: 12 Mini Confessions, and felt like clapping in my chair and giving her a big bear hug.
Life is messy, life is hard, life is beautiful, life is rewarding. Like I wrote last week, my blog has been my backbone, a place to voice our trials and tribulations and a place to grow (professionally and personally) but we all know it’s hard, sometimes we can’t find the words…
Most bloggers can relate that to what Jenny says:
Bloggers, particularly of the personal development variety, really have to be careful about white-lying by omission.
If we don’t make an effort to share the ugly, dirty underbelly of our lives, you might assume that everything we touch is covered in glossy gold perfection, and that perhaps there is something wrong with you if you can’t achieve that same nirvana.
I speak for myself on this, but I don’t white-lie-by-omission to you on purpose. Sometimes I need the introverted time to process what is happening. And sometimes I don’t share on the blog because I’m not even ready to admit to myself what my little ugly truths are.
Then with honesty, she shares 12 mini confessions of her own and asks readers to share in the comments. I shared one of mine but was driven to write some here as 2011 is close to closing. I encourage you to read Jenny’s post and if you feel inclined, share your own truths on your blog or here in the comments.
1. Sometimes guilt wraps my body by living in the healthiest, fittest city in the country. I have to understand that I’m not a triathalete and that sitting on the couch all day on Sunday, decompressing just may be what I need. Nope, didn’t make it to the gym all week. Trying to not feel like a lump.
2. [One I wrote in Jenny’s comments] I give unabashedly, take meetings, offer help, say yes more than I say no, yet, I start to resent people when they take, take, take and give nothing back to me or help. Isn’t giving supposed to be without expecting anything in return? Yeah. Ego.
3. I care a lot about what you think. I do. I’m not as tough-skinned as my Italian-Irish ‘tude may express. I let it get to me, more than it should.
4. I don’t do my own laundry. Too busy for it (wish I had the time and wasn’t so jam packed).
5. I’m argumentative (and part of me, hates it). Just ask my boyfriend. I work everyday on not needing to get the last word in, processing what I feel/think before speaking and to listen. Harder.
Posts I’ve written, to bear it to you, to share a piece of myself:
- Asking for help and why I struggle with it
- We find a place for what we lose
- Life is a process of becoming
- Impatience is a catalyst
- You’re not really “fine”
- I’m still learning to forgive
- A True Story: An Upset Reader
- Making the blogger IRL: A love story
- Do you ever truly miss an opportunity?
- The giver bemoans
- The dating lifeline
- I didn’t set a resolution to lose weight this year
Now, what about you?