This past week, I’ve been thinking a lot about telling myself the truth.
This can be harder than it sounds.
Blake and I had a situation arise that was slightly challenging, and in the moment I was in a bit of distress and had lots of feels and frustration.
Blake knows me really well. Sometimes better than I know myself.
So he asks me, “Are you frustrated with me?”
Along with all of these feels and frustrations, I am also very logical, and know that I SHOULDN’T feel frustrated with Blake. Blake = Amazing.
So I tell him, “No, I'm not frustrated with you... I’m frustrated with the situation.”
(Situations are perfect scapegoats)
The problem is, I really was frustrated with Blake. And He knew it. But I wasn’t willing to own it, or figure out why.
Until half an hour or so later when I got quiet and the Holy Spirit started digging.
Being honest is risky sometimes.
It takes vulnerability.
Which I’m slowly getting better at.
So I owned my feelings and apologized and got to some root issues of how I respond. I never would have figured any of that out if I had just blamed the situation because it was easier.
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