I got a few emails today asking where The Secret Project was. The truth is, submissions have slowed so I’m going to post once a month. I have to say, The Secret Project is such a treat for me to share. There were some secrets that made me cry, ones that made me laugh out loud, ones that broke my heart into eleventy thousand pieces- and there was one secret someone shared that was one that I kept too. And checking my inbox and finding that someone else had gone through something I had? Well, it was like the universe whispering to me ‘you’ll be okay’.
That’s as deep as I’m going to get after last nights vodka consumption. (Shhh.. can you hear that? Listen closely and you can hear my liver putting itself up for adoption).
Though I sprinkled in a few of my secrets throughout entries, I thought I would come clean and share a few of my secrets that I’ve never thought worthy of their own blog post, confessions that flutter in my brain late at night when I’m recounting what kind of life I lead, secrets that may sound silly but are the very quirks that define me as quickly and matter of factly as my DNA. Prepare to be underwhelmed.
1. I don’t condone stealing, however after leaving a particularly stressful job at a college where I was underpaid, overwhelmed and frustrated- I quit. And then went back the next day and wheeled out my favourite office chair like it was a personal prop I had forgot to pack up, put it in the back of my truck and drove away. And yes, I know there is a particularly hot spot in Hell reserved for people who steal office equipment. With that said, my spine is currently in heaven, so it’s a trade off I’m willing to make.
2. Sometimes re-reading old posts break my heart because they remind me of things I no longer have.
3. I have paid money to own songs sung by Miley Cyrus.
4. I have a horribly morbid habit of imaging how sad I will be when people die. Not family members or friends but famous people. If I can’t sleep I will lay in bed rating how sad I would be if a particular celebrity were to die. All time highest sad rating? Jack Nicholson. I just know when he dies I’m going to be devastated beyond repair. I’m not even a huge Jack fan but he just seems like such a character. Plus, once he goes- who is going to sit in the front row at the Oscars and creepily stare at the under 25 year old starlets?
5. I like cheese on my popcorn. When I was in high school, I used to babysit these two girls who LOVED shredded cheese on their popcorn everyday after school. I tried it and was hooked. I casually mentioned it a few times and my friends looked horrified- like I said I liked to sprinkle the blood of dead baby seals on my guilty pleasure snack, so I began to feel ashamed and hid this secret like it was a cocaine habit I was iffy on wanting to break.
And now I’m going to go twirl in my chair I pilfered and maybe go watch a movie starring Jack. Or maybe just talk my liver into staying with me just for a little bit longer.