Another week, a new Five Minute Friday prompt. I’ve missed the last couple, but this one I liked:
Had to sit on this word for a day before I could wrap my mind around words.
I’ve always been a good secret keeper. When it comes to people telling me their deep dark secrets, I can hold them gingerly in my mind, making sure to hide them away for my thoughts only.
This also means I’m a terrible secret sharer.
When it comes to my own secrets-I’d love to say I don’t keep any, but don’t we all? There are little (or big) hidden things swept under the rug, things no one but me and the good Lord know. It just happens. I hold onto my own secrets tightly, unsure who is safe enough to hold them with the same care I hold theirs.
I don’t have a confidante I can pass my secrets to. I don’t have a husband or partner to unload my life into. So I don’t. It accumulates under the rug.
I’m good at letting others tell me their secrets, their stories interwoven between. I wish I was better about letting go of my own.
Because one of these days, the rug will be pulled, and the secrets will unravel as the dust settles beneath it.
Who do you tell your secrets to?