I'm making a confession: I'm a big liar.
Oh, not to you, and you, and you, over there, giving me the stink eye.
But I've been telling myself some whoppers, like:
I can lose weight, and eat higher cholesterol foods - I'm anemic and my cholesterol numbers are too low, of all things - jumping on my mini trampoline.
I will start/finish my novel any day now, once I research/self-actualize/catch up on House.
My kids will continue to grow spiritually at the church I have chosen, the one that has my heart.
I don't like what I know to be true.
I must work out harder, despite my chronic health problems, if I want to feel better, in the long haul.
I need to adhere to a daily writing routine. I need to find a writing group, though the idea sounds grueling and gives me hives.
And I have started dating a local, smaller church, one complete with a best friend and an active middle school youth group, for my girl. I think I've made the right decision for my family, but there's no denying I am a bit sad, letting go of the first church we've attended regularly, since I was a ministry major dropout.
What little white lies are holding you back?