Saturday, March 22, 2008

Write about taking the long way around

Today I was on my way from Phoenix to Payson, Arizona on Highway 87 when about 10 miles north of the casino the road was closed. (I found out later it was an emergency closure due to the road buckling and being dangerous to drive on.) I had two choices. I could turn around and go back the way I came or turn onto the Bush (no relation to the idiot in the Oval Office) Highway and it would take me back to Phoenix as well.

There was no way to get to Payson today. Yes, I could have driven three or four hours longer and gone back through town to get I-17 north to the Camp Verde turn off and then up the mountains and down through Strawberry and Pine to Payson. If I had been planning on staying overnight or a couple of days, I would have, but as I was only going up for a few hours, I totally wimped out.

Which is what I’ve been doing most of my life. I’ve wimped out on the hard roads and taken the easy path. Because of this, my marriage is in trouble.

It was because I was honest. Honesty is a trait highly prized by my husband and so I tend to honor it and tell the truth. But in some cases, and I know most women would agree with me, I needed to lie and to pretend to be someone I wasn’t. Fake it. “When Harry Met Sally” fake it.

I needed to take the long way around; the hard way. But I took the honest, direct approach. So now I pay the price.