It’s hard. Pretend seems so much more attractive, but in the long run I think it might take more energy . . emotional, mental, spiritual. Like a frown takes more muscles than a smile.
There are so many words for it. Authentic. Genuine. I can’t think of anymore (that’s real).
You know it when you see it. It can be ugly but still attractive. It draws because it’s true.
And we all want to be told the truth. It’s the only thing that let’s us know our response, our thoughts, our relationships are . . well, real.
I wrote a REAL text to my husband tonight. It was hard. It was scary. It showed me there are places in my heart that even after 25 years want to play pretend.
But as scary as it is, the real feels secure.
And like my marriage, I know real life can handle the real. What else is there?
I think a lifetime of pretend is potentially exhausting.
But real can be painful too.
So along with real, I will do love.
A good combo I think.
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