Sunday Secret

we do the bestI come from a long line of secret keepers.  Loud whisperers who kept their transgressions close to their beating chests, leaving everyone within arm’s length to wonder and worry and wish.  I decided, along the way, that secrets were a form of bondage—a way to keep you sick.  And so I have, slowly and reluctantly worked on ridding myself of as many secrets as I can.  Or at least as many as I can without keeling over or losing my breath.

I’ve always been drawn to other people’s secrets because I know if I hear their secret I will love them more. I know if I hear their secret that, most likely, I will feel more human.

I know if I hear their secret and they hear mine that more light will shine through and we’ll be able to see each other better in an unencumbered way.

Yours In 20.7% Transparency,
Donna Don’t Get Crazy On Me

5 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. skerch says:

    Yes! That’s it exactly. Thank you.

  2. PJ says:

    Secrets have no mass and yet they are the heaviest of burdens. Except perhaps regrets. Why do we have to amass so many before we learn that this is so?

    What would happen if we had a day when everyone, without exception, told each and every secret to the world? Would it still look like the blue planet? Or would we glow like that sunset above?

  3. MidLyfeMama says:

    Shame is a powerful thing. We keep secrets because we fear the shame that might come if they get told. If we were to let go of the shame, not let it have any power, those secrets would cease to exist. The worry would cease to exist. Shame is useless and pissy and a bully. We all could stand to give shame the smack down it deserves and stand taller and lighter without it.

  4. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    Amen.

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