Being polite often means not communicating how we really feel. We swallow the truth to keep our jobs, our friends and to maintain the peace in the family. It's likely better that way, but when it comes to figuring out next career and life moves, half-truths will keep you stuck.

If we refuse to see what Lance did, and what everyone else does who craves the rewards of celebrity adulation, as a reflection of our own misguided longing, then we are the real dopes.

I cannot in my own good conscience merely write about truth, awakening, supreme peace, or presence. I must live in alignment with my very noble notions. I must personally live out and percuss with my pleas for a more enlightened way of being. In other words, I must walk my talk.

Telling the truth comes with a sense of freedom because you have nothing to hide. There is a saying: "Oh what a tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive."

What words are you using to weave your day, your life, second by second? Are they words that create beauty, peace and harmony? Are they offered to support or to suppress? Are they loving and kind?

We have to somehow learn on our own how to identify the lies for what they are and what they intend, and decide which are acceptable.

As I've been making my way through my feelings of remorse, embarrassment, and confusion - I've been thinking a lot about the well-known saying, "We teach best what we most need to learn.