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Building on Truth

I've been feeling a bit frustrated today. I'm sure the process of packing up a house, getting settled with a new job, and all that goes along with moving have something to do with it. I just have something I cannot get out of my head.

I spent several hours on the phone recently with someone, and what I gained from that conversation was a very real fact for me. I make the worst decisions when I base my choices on what I think someone else wants or what I think they will give or do for me through that decision. The sad part is that for a long time that's how I made all my decisions, and I felt completely justified because it seemed so selfless at the time. In the end, though, I'd feel cheated because I compromised and ended up with nothing to show for it but a lot of heartache and embarrassment.

What I'm discovering is that I must make my choices based on what I know is true. That can sometimes mean sorting fact from fiction. That can also mean falling back on basic principles of honesty and justice and kindness. Sometimes this is scary. Sometimes this doesn't make sense. Sometimes it feels selfish, but truth is absolute. It doesn't change. There are moments when I wish it was open to my interpretation, but I really like knowing that I always have the truth to fall back on. I find comfort in that. As long as I center my life around truth, I have a rock-foundation to support me through the consequences.
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