Continuing to fly the flag of self-improvement this cold November Friday. Goodness knows, there is plenty of room for that among humanity. With that aim in mind, I am occasionally reminded of a saying my late maternal grandmother -- from Asheville, North Carolina -- used routinely when my sister and I were children.
Sometimes, simple honesty and telling the truth about things, however unpleasant that might be, would sound more believable than continuing to insist on the veracity of the farcical and convoluted story we have woven. You know? People aren't that stupid, so being truthful might just win you more credibility than the alternative.