Pants on Fire

I lie to myself. It's true. Today, for instance, I'm lying about my eyes. They are clearly watering... irritated by something I can't quite identify. In truth, I know, it's probably the pollen which has overwhelmed Atlanta. Others have suffered miserably for years because of the yellow swarm, but I am a native. I grew up with this stuff and I proudly pronounce, "it doesn't bother me". I presume it is much like a person who lives in higher elevations meeting others who aren't used to the thinner air. I have never been "weak" when it comes to living here and I'm not quite ready to admit that I might be succumbing to pollen's power.

So, for now, I do not have allergies...

I also lie about my ability to enjoy late nights and function well the next morning. There were times in my life a couple of hours of sleep would suffice and I'd start again. This is no longer the case - honestly - though, I am not yet ready to admit this either.

For now, I'm still young enough...

I also tend to believe I keep up with relationships. Sadly, I could be mistaken here. I believe that my friends know I am thinking of them often and mean to speak with them just as often. I think they know I want nothing more than to spend more time visiting, working in their yards, traveling and laughing with them. But, I let other items get in the way...I guess I am ready to admit I'm not the best at maintaining relationships.

Now, I'll work on it.