In conversation with my husband, I experienced something maybe for the first time – being told a tough truth with absolute love and affection and receiving it with equal love and affection.
Growing up, I wasn’t in a mature mental space to accept any sort of truth telling. Truth always felt negative – pointing out what I lacked or what I was to be blamed for or what I was to be shameful of. I always latched onto what I was responsible for and what I could do more of to avoid the attention.
I’ve come a long way, as an adult with that frontal lobe developed. I am much more equipped to understand that someone sharing their point of view is not a direct attack to my competency, intelligence or character.
While the truth can still sting, my body, mind and soul are celebrating this shift in perspective.
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