I’ve been MUCH better about this since I posted this goal. I used to lie. A lot.
I wouldn’t say I’ve “done” this, but I’m improving. When friends ask me to go out, I don’t tell them that I can’t anymore. I tell the truth—that I don’t want to or that I have other plans.
I also came clean about an exaggeration that I lived as a reality for a very long time. I told my boyfriend. He didn’t want to hear the FULL truth, but I gave him the opportunity. He preferred the version that made me appear more heroic to him, but I offered him the truth and he’s aware that I led him to believe an exaggeration.
He also told me that my interpretation of events is vivid and flawed. He explained to me that he understands that much of what I articulate is bigger and more vibrant because I am a story-teller.
It doesn’t make me comfortable to know that and I won’t stop trying to be impeccable, but it’s good to know that he who loves me will accept me regardless. Knowing that I am loved despite such tremendous flaws makes it much easier to tell the truth.
I’m not afraid that the truth will alienate those I love anymore. That is the most empowering way that I’ve grown in the last year.
I still carry guilt from some of the stories I’ve weaved that I can never undo, but I can refuse to craft anymore.
