Sorry...

I owe all of my readers a huge apology. My life has taken such surprising twists and turns lately, and it leaves me little time to get here to let you all know what's going on. I know you are probably sick of my philosophical posts, but I am afraid I have to ask you to bear with me for just one more. Well..at least one more until next time.

One of the reasons for my divorce is this little thing I call inconsistency. It is something that is very important to me. It always has been. I'm not talking about predictability. In fact, I would usually prefer it for the people I know and care about to NOT be predictable. What fun is that? No, instead, I prefer that when they say they will do something, they do it. If words leave their lips, I would very much like to know that those words are meant. And if they tell me one thing one day, I would like for the same to hold true on that subject the next time we speak.

I don't particularly care for stories that change. For intentions that never are realized. For the answer to be different on different days. In fact I really like it when the story not only stays the same, but follows a consistent pattern of an expected nature. In other words...it evolves. I prefer intentions that are true to form, and are not followed by excuses or reasons for why they never materialized that seem to have just suddenly appeared when they never existed before. I like answers that actually answer, and don't lead me to wonder more questions.

My husband did none of these things. He was just predictable. I could always count on him being inconsistent, and that was pretty much the only area in which he was consistent. So you might wonder why it bothers me so much to still be experiencing inconsistency from him, and from others in my life. What's wrong with being inconsistent. you may ask. At least it's not predictable. Well there is really one simple answer. It hurts.

How in the world can you build anything on inconsistency? You can't.
How do you ever know if you can rely on someone? You can't. Or maybe you just know that you can't.
How can you expect that what you are told will happen, will actually happen? You can't.
If the person in question never says what he means or means what he says, how can you know? Well...guess what. You can't. Feels really good doesn't it? 

This is my advice to my readers, and then I'll tell you the path I am going to take when I encounter inconsistency from now on. Be consistent. Mean what you say. Say what you mean. Don't lead people on. Don't say you will do something you will not do. Be open and up front about your intentions. Tell the people you care about if you don't want to have anything to do with them. Better that than to have them hurt and angry because they are forever worrying and wondering. Let people know what they mean to you now, before you wake up tomorrow and they have decided to walk out of your life because you couldn't be consistent.

And my path? Well, I will follow the same advice. But I will also take a close and hard look at the people I surround myself with from now on, and I will consistently weed out the inconsistencies, the inconstants, and the story changers. Because my plot line is swimming along nicely, and I don't need any holes in my climax.
Emily