“Liar Liar Pants on Fire, hanging from the telephone wire!” I am not 100% sure of the origin of this classic children’s taunt but some sources site a connection to the 1810 poem by William Blake “The Liar”
When I think of liars and lies Pinocchio comes to mind, a wooden boy with the nose that grew with each lie he told. Or my child telling me they have brushed their teeth while their toothbrush sits dry as the Namibian sand dunes we visited last year. I swear I can see the orange sand grains slipping between the bristles as I peek into the bathroom, no water or toothpaste splatter in sight. “Are you sure?” I ask, “Let me smell your breath.” I know gross mom stuff.
Kids are not the only ones who lie loved ones, truth be told we are all liars. Working with clients around personal and professional transformation, I have a front row seat to most brutal and destructive kind of lying first hand. No not the white lie, or the untruth around the size of your best friend’s ass in those pants, I am speaking of the virtual treasure trove of lies we tell ourselves.
"The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we’re afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we find it we fear we’ll lose it. We fear that if we don’t have love we will be unhappy.” Richard Bach
Yes, it is true. Most of us are navigating our daily life using a pack of lies, hungry and haggard as wild street dogs, nipping at our heels and keeping us small, safe and unable to live the biggest, boldest and best version of our lives.
Sometimes these lies are spoken aloud but often cl