While reading a very interesting blog, I was inspired by a writer to confess a secret.
Some time ago, he owned up to something that made me feel I should do the same, but I have so many blog ideas running round my head, that it got pushed to the back.
I already have four articles fighting to be my next one after I emerge from my silent period.
Yes, I am supposed to be taking a few months out in order to concentrate on reading other people’s literary gems.
But you know how the blogger-mind works – never sleeps – just hovers over the standby button eagerly awaiting someone to press it.
And Cat, you have.
So… my secret is one that I have confessed to a couple of people and I have been pleasantly surprised that on both occasions, someone has piped up, “Oh so do I!”
Each confession happened during a church house group when I was feeling relaxed and with my guard being so far down, it was trailing on the floor.
The first time that someone admitted they held the same secret, I wondered if they were just humouring me, but they then went on to explain in further detail.
I am pleased to say that this also happened the second time I plucked up courage to reveal all, so I am comforted that there are at least 3 other Christians in this world who hold this dark secret.
I feel so guilty about it though, that I have prayed about this many times. I even bought a book about ‘it’ and concentrated hard, hoping for a new perspective. “Change me!” I pleaded with my Creator.
But, I’m still the same. Then one day my step daughter confessed that she felt similar. Another kindred spirit! How refreshing. But still embarrassing.
I try to hide it but not sure if I’m very convincing. My husband thinks it is funny but I really hate being like this.
Like Cat, I’m not so sure I’m ready to reveal it to the world.