Day 22: what story are you grateful for? The story of Pinocchio and the boy who cried wolf. 

I won’t even try to deny the fact that when I was a child and up till my teens. I would come up with stories because I was afraid of telling the truth. The fear of not knowing how my parents would react was a lot stronger than the fear of coming up with a story that was so unbelievable and stupid. I was a dumb brat.

So I’m grateful for those childhood  stories because now if I want to tell a lie again. I wouldn’t even think about it because I think it’s way worst to be judged for a lie that looking like a complete fool of yourself and it takes courage to face up to my parents/love ones and knowing they are hurt by me not because they are disappointed at me. It was the truth and I know I can make it better now and not tell a bigger lie to try to cover up another lie. It’s just pointless…. 

What about you?