I used to think of omission as in terms of the sin of omission. The intentional failure to tell someone the whole truth. The “little white lie”. While that is still a defining truth about omission, it is not the only thing about omission that hurts.

Lying, in my opinion, is always bad. I believe the truth always comes out, so lying to cover up or hide something is just a delaying tactic.

Lately, though, a more personal form of omission has been tearing at my heart.

It’s being purposefully left out. Not included. Even excluded.

Life is short. I’ve lost my mother and law and my best friend this year.

There is no respite from that.

It’s been my dream and desire to have a close family.

In many ways, little by little, things have moved in that direction…in some fronts.

In other fronts, distance is growing. The road to frustration and pain is paved with good intentions.

Meanwhile, I busy myself by trying to help others who are going down the road I have trod.

In my local activities, an area where I felt I was thriving and contributing suddenly has changed. I was omitted from any part in an endeavor I was heavily involved in, and no explanation was given.

In the absence of an explanation, the tendrils of doubt and pain have started to take hold.

The hard part for me as an introvert who hates confrontation is I need to go and talk to those involved. Ask why I was omitted.

See if it was intentional.

I do not want to dwell on an offense, when none may be present.

These are the things that happen when you are involved in organizations- even as a volunteer.

It doesn’t make it any easier.

I put a lot of time, care, and effort into this over the last decade.

Which is why I need to go clear the air.

Life is too short to be hurt and wonder what happened.