As Long as It Is Honest

All I want is directness and honesty. I believe in giving, but only with awareness. If you want to give to your church or charity, write that check. My problem comes from the idea of giving them your checking account info and then getting frustrated when they take out too much.

Likewise, I am fine with whatever choices Barry makes, but, good golly, let me know and not leave me guessing.

Today, a cable salesman came to my door. I didn’t really have time to chat, so he left some literature. Later, I looked at some of the packages. None included prices, which tells me that the pricing is not standardized and can be jacked up at their whim. If I see him again, I fully intend on tearing him a new one.

Many years ago, I almost became a Mormon. One of my best friends was one. So I started taking their canned presentations. I gave up, in part, because they were not giving me their full truth. I knew what they really believed. My friend and I would discuss what our planets would look like.

My personal religious experiences have always seemed to be all about my subconscious needs, which make me agree to terms that no fully aware and thinking person would ever agree to.

Last night, I went to the blessing. I love it because there is no agenda but to bless and be blessed. Is it ridiculously new agey? Definitely. And I am good with that.

About cdhoagpurple

I live in Michigan. I was Greek Orthodox (and previously Protestant), but now am more Buddhist than anything. I am single now (through the till-death-do-you-part clause of the marriage contract). My husband Barry was a good man and celebrated 30 years in AA. I am overly educated, with an MBA. My life felt terminally in-limbo while caring for a sick husband, but I am free now. I see all things as being in transition. Impermanence is the ultimate fact of life. Nothing remains the same, good or bad.

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