Honesty

Honesty is as strong as steel. It is resilient. It can take a beating. When threatened it can become galvanized. And yet, I am crafty.

I have learned the dance. I have a repertoire of fancy steps.

I, too, have a complete palette to paint a fantasy world.

Honesty, hell, any trait, damn it,  has little chance when I am fueled. Martini’s can explain things , like dents, desperate behavior, and D.U.I.’s.

Recently, though, I’ve given honesty an even shake. Daily, I force myself to tell the truth, in every situation, in every interaction. What a trip! People are floored when they realize I am giving them my heart. No feints, no curves, just the straight scoop.

I am becoming one person. No longer am I a man of many masks. It is so much easier. Crafty takes too much work.