Yeah I hate that too. So I'll pretend I didn't just do the same thing by going silent for a month with no explanation. Because honestly there is a good explanation.
I've been sitting on a secret. And I don't do secrets. I can't keep them. Well, that's not entirely true. I can keep other people secrets. I'm very trustworthy with YOUR secrets. But my life? It's a bit of an open book. What you see is what you get. And I don't do secrets. They feel too much like lies. So I'll tell anyone anything they want to know, and a few things they didn't ask about. I've learned to accept this about myself.
It was so hard last year not to talk about moving when we were planning our move. I didn't want to say something too early and jinx everything. But it felt like a lie of omission by not talking about it. And we all know how I feel about liars. It was terrible feeling like an unintentional liar. I felt guilty every time I blogged. All I could think about was the move, yet I kept changing the subject in my internal dialogue so I could think of other things to blog about. I danced around this huge elephant in the corner that no one knew was there but me. It wasn't fun. So this time, when I had a secret to keep, I chose a different tactic. I hid. I hid from my phone, I hid from my blog, I hid from the world. If I didn't talk to you I wouldn't have to dance around my secret. I couldn't accidentally reveal it. And best of all I wouldn't be lying, by omission or otherwise, if I didn't talk to you.
So there you go. I've been keeping a secret from you. It feels good to just put that out to the universe. Now you know.
What...did you think I was going to tell you the secret?
I'm not ready for that yet. It just feels good to be honest and tell you I've been keeping something from you. But I will not leave you completely empty handed. Since you took the time to visit I will reward you with pictures of my adorable children, whom I am sure you all have missed very much.
OK, so I did share my secret. I told you I couldn't keep one.