Most of us were taught as children about the importance of telling the truth, and for many of us the consequences of being un-truthful meant some type of punishment (except if we were lucky enough to not get caught in the lie.) As adults, there isn’t much of a punishment for being un-truthful to oneself. Or is there? Consider the self-inflicted punishments that come each time we are un-truthful with ourselves about relationships, family, work, or our money. I’d like to share a short story with you about a fictional woman named Joanne. Her story could be your story if you are someone who has a tendency to be un-truthful with yourself about your money.
Joanne considered a trip to the mall as a relaxing celebration marking the end of her work week. She could spend hours hunting and gathering items in department stores, especially clothing items. As she slipped into one item after another, she totaled the cost of the items she wanted to purchase. The store offered an additional ten percent on sale items when purchases are paid for using their store card—making it all too easy for Joanne to exceed any preset spending limit she may have given herself. Item by item she begins justifying each purchase and mentally figuring if she has enough room on her store credit card. As she approached the cash register, anxiety mounted. She wondered if she was exceeding her credit limit, not wanting to be embarrassed by a rejection as she swiped her card. There’s a part of her which is carefully tucked away that knows she’s out of control in her spending, but for right now that part doesn’t get a voice as she forges ahead with her purchases.
I don’t remember how old I was when I first realized the degrees of truthfulness. While my parents and teachers imparted the importance of telling the truth I became aware that there were also unmentioned truths that co-existed with the spoken ones. Spoken truths such as “who broke the glass?” co-existed with unspoken truths such as the fact that my father, no matter how many hours he worked, could never make enough money to satisfy my mother!” Years later as I began an examination of my life, the blatant evidence of the many unspoken family truths became apparent.
