It was an awkward moment. A couple of family members were teasing me about a past tendency toward certain behavior. They clearly wanted me to join in the laughter, and while I'm usually pretty good at poking fun at myself, this time I just couldn't.
The behavior in question had actually dropped away several years earlier as a result of a profound insight I'd had about myself. That realization about my spiritual identity had led me to so disassociate myself from this particular characteristic, I honestly felt as if they were making fun of someone else. And it seemed rude to be laughing about her behind her back.
Afterwards, worried that I hadn't been a good sport, I asked my husband about it. He responded with a wave of the hand, saying, "That wasn't you."
