The truth is

I always like to say, "I'm the worst secret keeper in the world, but I love surprises."

The truth is though, that statement isn't true. The truth is, I will keep a secret until the end of time - if THAT is what someone else would like me to do.

At first, someone else's secret is a burden. You hold on to it too tight. You walk around carrying someone else's secret. But the truth is, once someone tells you their secret? It's no longer a secret. They have now shifted the burden from them to you.

It's a guilt thing.

Once I tell you "don't tell anyone" and then follow it with a big bad secret - well, you share my burden. The truth is, that isn't true.

A secret is only a secret, if really, only you know. If someone else knows, well, we all know how that goes. I tell a friend not to tell. They then tell a friend not to tell. And on and on and on.

Truth is, I usually forget about things people tell me to keep a secret. The moment someone says, "will you keep this confidential", my eyes just roll. For Heaven's sake, I'm a recruiter. I know how much money people make. I know how much money people DON'T make. I know what it will take you to move for a new job. I know when someone is about to propose.

I KNOW ALL SORTS OF SECRETS.

Only, most of the "secrets" I know; other people know too.

I'm not talking about the things friends know about each other - that's just history. No one ever said "OMG, don't ever tell my mom I was puking off the balcony on spring break."

That's just one of those things you file away. Not worthy of a secret status.

Although, I learned a few years ago after starting the blogs: It's great to put it all out there. Not putting a burden on anyone else.

It helps others live vicariously through you.

By being brutally honest, people tell you thank you and stop you on the street.

It also though, at least for me, makes me hold things a bit tighter. I know the world is wondering what I'll do. The funny thing is - I use to never care what others thought of me.

I guess I still don't. It's just harder to share stories knowing we are all weak, when they hold all your secrets too. Waiting for judgement.

So, the other day, I took a trip. A trip without all my viewers/readers/fans. Just me.

Well, me and I'd like to say some others. But this trip was mine.

But it wasn't.

Long story short. I went on a "helping" trip. I took my pilot friend up on a free buddy flight. I took a week off. From everything. Only - I ended up working and taking care of some sweet girls.

So, tonight, I was bumped from my flight. I was trying to get home. There were no seats on the plane for us free passengers.

The truth is, most people would have been mad at this point. Me:Us beggars can't be choosy.

I wasn't mad. I just no longer had a secret to keep.

I walked straight to the ticket counter. There was a blue-eyed guy standing there looking like he had had a long day.

There was me.

Trying to get home.

"So, I understand there is no getting on this flight." I said to the guy at the ticket counter. He said, "that is correct".

"Any chance you could route me through Kona?