Every Sunday morning before heading off to church (hey! don't look so surprised by that) I log on to my computer and read PostSecret. In case you've been living under a rock and haven't heard of it, it's an "ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard".
I love the creative aspect of the project. Some people go all out, making their very personal submission a true work of art. The cards featured each week run from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other. Some secrets are gut-wrenchingly sad, some are brazenly offensive and some hit a nerve and stay with me long after I've walked away from the screen.
My 'now-not-so-secret' secret? I spend every Monday through Saturday trying to think of an uber cool, never before been told tidbit of my own to submit. How hard can it be, right? I mean, I've always considered myself to be (under the Sagittarian eternal optimist, bubbly, chatterboxy persona I show most people, most of the time) a pretty private, sorta secretive, mildly mysterious Jane Bond kinda girl - but alas, a year of snooping into other people's deep dark secrets later and I still got nothin' worth the cost of the U.S. postage.
Clearly, I'd never cut it as an International Woman of Mystery. Thank God I've got those shorthand skills to fall back on, huh?! *big ol' eye roll*
Qui vir odiosus!
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