If you really knew...

There’s a new trend sweeping the internet. Ok, so maybe that’s overstating it a bit. Several of the bloggers I follow (here and here) are getting downright personal this week and sharing some of their most intimate and not-so-intimate secrets with readers. Given that I’ve already written about public nudity and the voices in my head, I figured “How much worse could it get really?” So here’s my version. Thank you, in advance, for not judging me. Or, at least, doing it quietly.

If you really knew me...

You’d know I get anxious about anything that may make me look stupid in public. As a result, I sweat profusely during trivia games and refuse to learn golf.

You’d know I often prefer being by myself. I am comfortable eating alone in a restaurant, without something to read, and I sometimes secretly hope friends will cancel plans even though I almost always end up having a good time.

You’d know I have an unshakable faith in love, but have fallen in love just once. It was this year. With the guy I’ve had a crush on since my awkward, pimply-faced teenage years (circa 1996). You’d know my heart was broken yesterday; shattered into a thousand little, sad pieces. And yet, I still believe in love today. Like I said, unshakable.

If you really knew me, you’d know I’m a horrible swimmer and an above-average dancer. 

Also that I sometimes exaggerate.

You’d know my two biggest fears are wasting my gifts and marrying the wrong person. And that my greatest hope is to do something with my life that matters to someone else’s.

You’d know I wanted to be an Olympic gymnast when I was 10, but can’t do a cartwheel. You’d also know I worked for Democrats throughout my political career, but registered as an independent (yes, an independent) at 18.

You’d know if I could have any superpower it would be the ability to be in multiple places at once. Then I wouldn’t have to say goodbye so often. I despise goodbyes.

If you really knew me, you’d know I love to travel, but hate to pack. If I could afford it, I would purchase multiple wardrobes and station them in my favorite places throughout the world. Of course, I wouldn’t have to worry about that if I had my superpower.

You’d know I can’t stand folding laundry and that I will re-start the dryer, sometimes for days, to avoid folding for as long as possible.

If you really knew me, you’d know I’m scared to death of this big choice I’ve made. The one to pack up my life and move 7,000 miles away. You’d know I seriously reconsider that decision at least once a week. You’d know I’m going anyway.


Ok, your turn! Tell me something cute or quirky about the real you.



{Images via Elizabeth Farrar for Bella Vita}