Sigh, this satin romper.
I put it on in the dressing room and it felt like butter against my skin.
Everything about it was perfect except…the top button wouldn’t close.
I made all kinds of rationalizations as to why I should buy it anyway. “The price is so good! I could just wear it open with a bra!”.
All of these dealings were true and very convincing to my mind, but when I took a pause and felt into the truth underneath the truth, I knew what would really happen.
I would get home, hang it up, and never wear it again.
So with the bitter sadness that comes from finding something that feels like destiny except for one tiny detail, I placed it back on the rack.
There have been many times in my life when grasping, speedy thoughts have caused me to make choices rooted in fantasy, rather than reality. (And I’m not just talking about my romper collection.)
This is just one small example of the way honesty preserves our most valuable resource: our focused attention.
I am grateful that I don’t have a piece of beautiful clutter staring back at me every time I open my closet today, or that the distraction of going back to the store to make a return is not taking up real estate in my consciousness.
Honesty redirects us to what’s real, and what’s important. Which (hard to imagine I know) feels even better than smooth satin across bare skin.
Here’s to more honesty, less waste, and to the delicious anticipation of the RIGHT romper coming along (literally or metaphorically), whenever the time is right.
If this story resonates with you, buckle up baby! On September 13th at 3pm ET I will be sharing my own personal journey with truth as the ultimate medicine, and the most wise, loyal teacher a girl could ask for. Click here to join me in front of the fireplace!
All my love,