I’ve been dealing with a pretty sour mood in recent days. This post is my attempt to explain it all.
The other day, I wrote a post called “When the Truth is a Lie” and a lot of you commented that I’m too hard on myself. I appreciate that, but I don’t think I was being as open as I needed to be at the time.
I’ve realized a few things in recent days. One is that I’m not the bucket of honesty everyone thinks I am. Sure, I reveal a lot about my struggles. But I hold back a lot, too. Some of that is for the best. We all need to keep some things to ourselves, don’t we?
But this week, in a moment where I was feeling stupid about the things I forgot to do in my hurry to catch a plane, I lied to my wife and everyone on Facebook who was following the thread.
I found a Valentine’s Day card from her in my suitcase when I got to San Francisco. Then I remembered that I left her card at home, unsigned. I meant to do it right before I left, but forgot. She would have understood.
I lied about it, anyway. I told her I forgot to take it out of my laptop bag.
Why did I do that? I guess it was one of the stupid things you do in a moment of guilt. She found the card in a drawer while I was away. Naturally, she wasn’t happy about it.
Who could blame her?
I’ve always had a hang-up about Valentine’s Day, and I always seem to find a way to screw it up when I should be doing what everyone else does: Using the holiday to remind those around you that you love them. Especially the spouse and the kids. When I hurt my wife, I lose the ability to function.
If you look at the posts I wrote while I was in San Francisco, you can see this stuff slowly eating away at my soul.
Why am I telly you this? Marital disagreements are a private thing, after all.
I’m doing it because I didn’t just lie to Erin. I lied to everyone who was following that Facebook post.
I’ve realized something else recently: I’ve gotten a little too full of myself. I’ve had success in my professional life, and with it I’ve gotten praise. That praise has been addictive, so I push myself harder. In this case, I did more travel than I was mentally or physically prepared for. The result was my coming home violently ill. Thursday and Friday, I couldn’t move from the couch or the bed. Those who know me will tell you it takes a lot to render me motionless like that.
I was definitely down with sickness. But maybe some of it was me feeling heart sick about not living up to who I should be.
My life has gotten very busy. I’m involved with things at church and in the security community. I have a busy family life.
My skills at going through all that and prioritizing need work.
Family comes first, of course.
I also realize that I can’t just drop out of sight and stop doing what I do here.
I need to find the balance.
I also have to remember how small I am in the grand scheme of the universe.
I don’t have all the answers right now.
But I know I have to find them.
Meanwhile, to those I’ve lied to or been pompous and cranky to this past week, I’m very sorry.