I was raised to tell the truth, yet sometimes I can't help but to say the thing that other people want to hear: No, I don't mind waiting. Yes, you're right, I should take tango lessons.

The lie is out of my mouth before I can stop it, though, in that moment, it doesn't feel like a lie because it's what I imagine a better version of me would say. 

Yet, last summer, when my honest response to an airline steward's request was met with a scowl of disapproval, I couldn't stop feeling guilty. Crazy. Right?

The incident niggled at me long after the flight. I questioned my motives, my humanity, my truth, and eventually I wrote about the experience in the article When Did I Become the Ugly American?

What would you have done? Do you find it easy, or difficult, to speak your truth? I'd love to hear your thoughts.




Ellen Barone is an American writer and wanderer. She co-founded and publishes the group travel blog YourLifeIsATrip.com and is currently at work on her first book "I Could Live Here".