Liar, Liar

I’ll admit, I used to stretch the truth when it was to my advantage. It wasn’t anything major or catastrophic. I wasn’t hurting anyone 🤷🏼‍♀️. But there was always this little voice that would say, “Why did you just say that? You know that wasn’t the truth!”

To which I would then try to reason with that tiny voice, “No harm, no foul. Right?”

“Right! Just don’t do it again.”

But when I noticed a pattern, I knew I had to fix something. Thus began my quest to be the next Abe Lincoln! (Or something like that)

It was WAY harder than I thought it would be. I’ve had to have some hard conversations, like,
“Actually, that is the fifth Amazon package this week - not the third. Yes, I bought all those things🤷🏼‍♀️.”
Or
“Yes, I said that, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. But, if I’m being honest , I didn’t feel like you respected my feelings when you said…”
(Insert all the cringey faces, gut punches, wanna lose your lunch feelings here!) #amirightoramiright

But, when it was over, I felt SO. MUCH. BETTER.

I’m still working on this. Maybe it will always be that we say things sometimes to offend other people or we occasionally have to “eat our words”, but we can let that not be the end. We can let it be the beginning of healing. When you can absorb what someone is saying and have those hard conversations, it can build an even stronger bond than ever before. ❤️

“I crave the truth now just like a swimmer down deep in the sea craves oxygen. I want it fed to me even if it stings like the January air on my exposed cheeks, and I want to cling to it like it is the only thing that will set me free. After being fed so many lies that tasted like soured oaths, nothing tastes sweeter than honesty.” @rebeccacooperauthor