I've just spent the afternoon reading the newest PostSecret book, and finding myself completely in awe at the number of secrets in there. I've never submitted any, but I know there would be a few I could whip up, should I ever feel the need.
We all have secrets. Sometimes we choose to share them with the people we love, other times we feel the need to hide them from those very same people. I like to think of myself as a fairly open person to the people I trust, but there are still a good few things I keep to myself. There are some secrets very few people know of, and I have a feeling they'll be the ones that stick around for a lifetime.
But to honour all of those amazing people who pour their heart and soul into their secrets, here's one of mine, displayed for the world to see. (Including my horrid paint skills.)
For the purpose of disclosure, it's completely anonymous, of course.
So tell me, have you got an anonymous secret you feel like sharing today?
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I intend on doing what a whole bunch of other people do.
Making mine, and hiding them in the pages of the Postsecret books at my nearest bookshop. If only I could figure out how....
I posted mine on my blog a few months ago here
Er. um.
No.
that could be my secret too
gotta love those books
I’m kinda worried that you will still want to meet up with me when you come over! Ok there said it, yes I’m insecure just like the rest of the world!
Seeya *G*
I saw a postsecret exhibit at at museum in Baltimore last weekend. They had the actual postcards on display, and it was very well done. This is not a secret, maybe I'll post that anonymously, later.
I really wish I could see images on blogs at work. So right now I'm thinking this is some HUGE secret. :)
I love that site. I've been thinking about getting the book. I have no secrets. I'm FAR too open on my blog.
I love PostSecret--AS and I saw Frank Warren speak in NYC several months ago and he was awesome!
what you were thinking we were actually listening to you? hehe. i kid, i kid. i'm here every day to read your ramblings :)
Listening, just not commenting too much as of late...
My secret is: I'm not really as smart as people think I am.
Don't tell!
why did my secret not come up on blog it got eaten again? *G*
Ha now how strange is that, why did my secret not come up blog comment came up but my actual comment about my secret which I posted a few hours before didn't! I bet I’m in that 910 spam!
Oh well you just not meant to know it then, it was a little lame, just insecurity
Seeya, hugya *G*
My secret? I've tried to embrace the fact that it rained on my wedding day (actually, a hurricane hit that day so it poured), but deep down I feel resentful about it.
Yes! i listen! As for the secrets, I've seen lots of bloggers posting a list of their best ones. I'm thinking I might do that.
wow i've been hearing about this postsecret thing a lot the past week and i'd never heard of it before. i must check it out.
I love postsecret! Mine is about this occupational therapist that works in my classroom....I really wonder how she got a job!
My secret is that I've been thinking recently about writing another blog anonymously, so that I can write all my secrets there.
I have a few anonymous secrets, and I wonder if I'll ever share them. But here's a random secret that I thought of recently that I've never shared with anyone, but not for any real reason.
My husband rides a motorcycle. It's scary, of course, to know that every day he is out there driving around idiots who don't look in their blind spot or who talk on their cell phones. But he loves his bike. And I love him.
When I'm in my car, and there's a motorcyclist on the road, I always get behind them. It's my silly way of protecting them from all the crazies on the road. Because I know their wife/husband/friend/mom/dad will be worrying about them. And it's the least I can do.
Ummmm, I can't think of one. Let me think...
Okay, I secretly want my wedding to be better than the wedding of Edgar's brother and now sister-in-law. I didn't know them then so I wasn't there, but I want everyone to think mine was better. That is so petty now that I see it written out. I wouldn't feel this way if she didn't try to make herself appear better than everyone. I know she is insecure, but sometimes it makes me feel insecure and I can't help it.
There, I said it. :-)
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