Monday, June 25, 2012

Morning Lines #4- Self Honesty

James Thomson

Once in a saintly passion
  I cried with a desperate grief.
"Oh Lord, my heart is black with guile,
  Of sinners I am chief.
Then stooped my guardian angel
 And whispered from behind;
"Vanity, my little (Woman),
You're nothing of the kind."

I walk the difficult, steep steps of trying to be honest with myself. Yes, I should record the pieces of chocolate I ate in my food journal, even if it pushes me over my limit. And sometimes I take the fast way down by beating myself up for not being 100% honest in all my actions. It is vanity to see myself as a saint and as a liar. Neither is true.

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