Honesty is important to me. It’s important to me to the point that it sometimes hurts. I’m the world’s worst liar so I don’t even try to do that. But when you have to tell someone something that you wish you didn’t, that honesty can hurt. It may hurt the other person. It definitely can hurt me.

I don’t like upsetting other people. I don’t like causing drama or anger or upset feelings. It’s upsetting to me. Sometimes, when you have to be honest about something, this can happen. It’s not intentional. It’s not desired. But it happens.

I could wail to the gods that I wish I didn’t have to be this honest, that why is it up to me to share this information. It wouldn’t help, though. It won’t change anything.

So I shed my tears that come from as deep within as there is, straight from the belly of my soul.

And then I dry my face and I try to get past the situation that hurts.

Because, to me, there is little as important as my integrity. And that comes from honesty.