That Time I Lied About My Age Again

I’ve always had this weird thing about my age. It’s not that I look older or younger than most people of my actual age; it just feels odd to admit the number of years that have passed since my birth. This time, at a mandatory company training session for employees under 30, I fudged the truth on one of those initial forms we had to fill out, just slipped in an extra year to keep myself comfortably within the threshold. In hindsight, it feels like such a small thing to lie about, and yet, I can’t help but feel this lingering guilt. Maybe it’s because deep down, I know that honesty is always the best policy, or perhaps I’m just reflecting on how easy it was for me to slip into dishonesty over something so trivial.