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.