A kind reader recently said–likely with tongue firmly in cheek–that my secrets are safe with her. Joke or not, I appreciated her comment and am grateful for such friends.
In actuality, I don’t fear my “secrets” being exposed because I attempt to live my life in such a way that my actions on my worst day wouldn’t be worth the breath it would take to gossip about me, and I tend to share my “secrets” with the world. Heck, I’ve written whole books which contain all kinds of embarrassing and often humorous things about myself. Well, they were humorous to me afterwards.
When I make a mistake or feel that I’m out of integrity on something, I tend to immediately tell my loved ones so they hear it straight from me. I’ve found it wise to cut out the middleman/gossip in such situations.
For those reasons, people rarely appear to bother to gossip about me, those who hear gossip about me already know the truth and are able to immediately correct any possible inaccuracies, my loved ones won’t be hurt by a secret about me being revealed, and I never have to fear the truth.