Then I shared some of my family's recent struggles.
She said, "Really? Your family always looks like they have it altogether and things are always going great."
I know my pride is part of the problem. Who wants to admit their mistakes, inadequacies, foolishness, and sins? A portion of my heart is afraid people won't like me if they know how screwed up I am sometimes. I thought I'd grown up enough not to worry about what people think of me, but I suppose I haven't.
It isn't all pride, though. I am a complainer, which is something I don't like about me. Talking about my problems and struggles feels too much like complaining, exactly the thing I don't want to do. But neither do I want to give the appearance that I live a smooth and perfect life.
What's a woman to do?
As I write this and wonder how to find the balance between being real and not indulging in a complainathon, an answer comes to mind. The same answer at which I always arrive while trying to figure out this thing called Life.
Prayer that I can learn how to show the people my life touches that I swim through the same muck everyone else swims through, but not complain about it.
How do you find the balance between sharing your troubles, but not complaining about them? I'd really like to know. You might be the answer to my prayer.