A Moment in My Life – Monday, October 4, 2021
Jeannie Yee Davis
“I’ve got a secret. I can’t tell you. I’ve got a secret. I can’t tell you.” Do you remember singing that little song as a kid in elementary school? I swear that’s how I feel right now. As a grown-up, I have never felt this excited about any secret before. Well, maybe I have, but I don’t remember. It’s awful, people! Ugh. I’m dying here! I feel like I have to tell someone, or I’m going to burst!
When hubby was here, he was my go-to person. We had no secrets from each other. When I’m sworn to secrecy, I usually ask if I could tell hubby. Often, it was affirmative. It was neat sharing with hubby. He wasn’t a gossiper, so it was a win-win. I don’t know. I think it was mainly the satisfaction of sharing with him more than telling the secret. On the rare occasion when it was negative, then so be it. Hubby wasn’t privy to the secret. Luckily, those few times, the secret wasn’t a biggie.
At this moment, I don’t have hubby to turn to, and this is a secret that I positively could have shared with him. Isn’t that a killer? Have you ever been in this position before? How did you handle it? Never mind, I don’t want to know. It doesn’t matter how you handled it because I was sworn to secrecy, so there are no alternatives here.
I’m sure all of you at one time or another had some great news that you were dying to share, but it restricted you from doing so for whatever reason. Maybe you had to wait until after some announcement took place before you could reveal what you know. That was usually the reason, like the big boss announcing the promotion or speaking with someone involved first. Or the couple is announcing their engagement to the family first. Or revealing the new baby or what have you. Or a new venture about to take off, or what every writer dreams of—a publication contract. Maybe there’s a new man or woman in your life that you’re dying to spill. Or perhaps you hit the jackpot but can’t tell anyone anything until the winner is confirmed.
I don’t know. All I know is that these secrets are time-specific. Maybe this is one of those. Maybe after things played out, I’ll be released from the secret, then I could scream to anyone who would listen. Hilarious. I could see it now. By then, it would be old news, and nobody would care because everybody already knows. But at this moment, for moi, it is like the most exciting news I’ve heard in a long time, and ugh, I can’t tell anyone!
I am SO happy about it. It’s exhilarating. I’m beaming from ear to ear. I’m floating and can’t wait to see how it all plays out. Can you see why it’s killing me that I can’t tell you? I’m doing the next best thing—write about it, and that’s how I’m handling this. It gives me a little satisfaction. Even though it kills me, I can keep a secret, can you?