I don’t tell lies.
I don’t stretch the truth.
I don’t withhold information.
There was a time I did tell some lies, and I stretched the truth, and I withheld some information. I didn’t think it was a big deal. These lies were about me and I was telling them for me.
If no one knew, and I kept it to myself, what was the harm right?
The truth is, eventually all lies get found out, and someone always gets hurt. It doesn’t matter if you were trying to protect them or not. They are going to get hurt.
In my case, I hurt my family. The effects rippled over to my kids, and they suffered as a result of my lies, that had nothing to do with them. I was lying to protect them, and I ended up hurting them more than I would have if I had been honest.
Mostly though, I hurt myself.
My own lies, and dishonesty hurt me deeply. I didn’t think I would get hurt. When you are lying and getting away with it, you feel a little bit more invincible.
I don’t lie about anything anymore. My experience, has changed me for the better.
I am counting down the days until my 40th birthday with 40 Things.