Keeping secrets

I feel a bit guilty when people congratulate me on keeping the blog “real” … because there’s a vast chunk of my life that I don’t write about. Some of the craziest “real” stuff that happens never makes it into print.

I choose not to go there because I don’t want to hurt others or create (more) problems. But MY GAWD the stories I could tell you …

I swear, I could provide the writers of The Young And The Restless – or Days of Our Lives or whichever one of those daytime soap operas is still running – with plot lines for the next year.

Truth is vastly stranger and more tumultuous than fiction.

I also try and keep a balance between the “up” and the “down.” Sometimes I don’t tell you how blergh I’m feeling because, well, it gets a bit dull if I bang on about it too much (just ask my ex).

I spent months sobbing in the shower in early 2014 when my marriage ended. And I’ve battled the blues over the past month because crazy stuff – and people – in the other life. But I’m happy to say I’ve been singing in the shower the past few mornings.

When I can’t tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, I’ll often scatter a few “easter eggs” in my posts.

Not the chocolate kind …