The truth is I don't always follow my own advice.
The truth is I don't journal/meditate/exercise as often as I'd like to think.
The truth is mindfulness is difficult to practice at the kids' bedtime or when I'm running late or when the kids get home from school.
The truth is I waste far too much time online.
The truth is sometimes I lose motivation to keep writing for this blog.
The truth is my house is a mess and hasn't been dusted in months.
The truth is I'm still trying to figure out what to do when I "grow up"; I'm still discovering my heart's true path.
The truth is I would be a good candidate for What Not to Wear.
The truth is I could do without my TV (but not without my iPhone or my laptop).
The truth is these things are difficult for me: admitting I'm wrong, striking up conversations with people, writing introductions and conclusions, recognizing when I need help.
The truth is my memory is pretty lousy.
The truth is as nervous as I am about writing this post, I'm glad you are reading it.