Shoelaces for Josie

Secrets are so…secretive. Odd how that works, aeh? (I don’t know why I say “aeh” all the time. It’s Canadian and I’m not of Canadian origin. I did live close to Minnesoooota for four years but that doesn’t really count. Besides, I live closer to Canada than I ever have before and no one says “aeh” around here.)

Everybody has secrets. Some people walk around hiding a pregnancy - others walk around hiding the fact that they ended a pregnancy. Some people hide their poetry about the difficult times of their lives - others lay it out for the world to see but hide behind a pen name. Some people love someone for years and never tell them - others say it outloud and forever wish they could take it back.

I’ve got some secrets. Like…umm…well, if I told then it wouldn’t be a secret any more would it? 

But let’s face it. The best-kept secret is one that never leaks out. I think this blog is pretty high up in the running for that award. I don’t mind that a lot of people don’t read this. I think it’s great. I’ve got an award that proves it (Thanks Reverend!) I don’t need a lot of people to comment on it or to get recognized by the blogging mafia. I’m chill. I go with it. It’s my platform and I treat it like my child. It is my child. It may be an only child and a bit spoiled but it’s my child nonetheless.