Nothing is more thirst quenching to me than being real with someone. Unabashed honesty is gritty, yet somehow refreshing, like taking a shower after working in the yard on a hot summer day. Why is that? Maybe when sharing within the context of a loving relationship we are giving them the opportunity to walk away from us… in the case that maybe we weren’t what they really thought we were. But then when they stick around, relief fills in the open space that once was occupied by the fear of rejection. Is it wrong that I find healing in the fact that I’m not the only one that is messed up? I guess authenticity for the few who choose to live it, is not only freeing for them, but also to the others who get to witness it. It reassures me that we are all cut from the same cloth.