There’s this small but growing movement called Things I’m Afraid To Tell You. It started with Jess Constable of Makeunder My Life and then turned into something bigger with a life of its own via Ez of Creature Comforts (click through to see the list and read some of the entries; they will amaze you). The idea is to share something with your blogging audience that you’re afraid to put out there. It’s pushing your comfort zone – either a little or a lot.
I try to be open and honest when I’m writing here, but I’m not telling the whole story. Really, I don’t think many bloggers do. It’s not necessarily that we’re trying to hide anything – but you usually are getting only a slice of a blogger’s life when you read their posts.
So a few things I’m afraid to tell you:
- Sometimes I absolutely hate living alone. Most of the time, I don’t. I am rarely bored and can always find ways to keep myself occupied. But coming home regularly to a house completely devoid of people – or even pets – sometimes really, really sucks.
- I hate being a homeowner. It was fun for awhile, when it was new. But I’ve been living in houses – and taking care of them by myself – for nearly 15 years. And I’m done. The outside of my house looks like crap and my basement is a mess. I’d give anything to move to an apartment and get rid of 2/3 of what I own. But my house is worth far less than what I owe, so I’m stuck here whether I like it or not.
- I talk rather vaguely about my work background, mostly because I don’t like the way it looks on paper. In my 28 years of working, I’ve had 11 jobs at 8 different companies – and working for myself is actually job number 12. I usually talk about how much experience I have and how I’m very good at learning new things – but most of the time I’m afraid people are going to think I’m flaky and indecisive.
- I have this terrible fear that I’m not living up to my potential. I can’t state it any more clearly than that. Just that I’m going to look back at my life at some point with regret for something I didn’t do. I’m trying to get better, but it’s something I struggle with every day.
The irony is that this is the fourth post I started today. And somehow it was easier to write and came together much better than the previous three attempts.
What are you afraid to tell?