The problem with asking the same question year after year is that I’ve now run out of secrets.
Duh! Blogger, here! Before finishing my second cup of tea each morning… I’ve already overshared something!
Just be glad that I try to use some form of discretion, or things could become quite awkward.
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I’m being fully honest when I say that I’ve probably told far more about myself on this blog, than most were prepared to read… one of my common self-titles is “the oversharer!”
When I saw this morning’s prompt question, I knew that I’d answered it last year, but I thought it would be fun to tell everyone something new. That is, until I tried thinking of a thing to share.
I’ve hit a wall here, my friends, as I can’t think of anything that I’m willing to offer up. Why, you might ask? Because my transparency stops at the place that holds the things of my deepest hurts and scars. I stopped voicing the things that did not produce goodness, love and God’s healing light.
If you would like to know anything about me that is worthy of sharing with others, I’ve re-opened my archive’s page on this site. Within those dusty old writings is who I Really am, though God is forever molding and reshaping me into that which He sees as beautiful. The place to catch glimpses of that part of me, would be the WordPress Daily Prompt response’s that you currently receive a lot of cookies from… Miss Moody Maelstrom, some might call me!
Oh, while we’re on the subject of cookies, enjoy…
What you see is pretty much what you get with me, whichever way you look. As I have basically written out every memory I can recall for everyone here to read, as well as documenting all my self tattling and disclosures. My archives are open, so it’s all there still.
Unless you have just been surprised by the knowledge that I’m an over sharer, I honestly cannot think of anything in particular that I have not already disclosed to pretty much the whole literary world. Outside of WordPress, there’s only a handful of people I come into contact with, most of which don’t visit my blog. I have decided to exclude them from this prompt, as they selected to opt out of reading.
I have written in depth of my Overthinkers Anonymous Club that meets in the wee dark hours of the mornings, when I am overly anxious about something.
You have also heard mention of my roommates IBS and Fibromyalgia, as well as more knowledge about my day to day health than you probably wanted to know.
As you can see, we could spend hours recounting all the things I’ve already shared here, so I would rather try to focus on something new for you… anything really.
Oh… I got something… I was once a Certified Diver! Back when I was much younger, I took a whole course on Scuba Diving, gaining certification with open diving right here in the great Puget Sound. There is an underwater dive park near Kirkland, WA., where my test was administered. When I was swimming through a sunken ship, I saw an octopus, which was pretty impressive.
A short time later, there was an opportunity to go diving off the coast of California, down by La Jolla Shores. There are underwater Sand Dollar beds there, where all you see are floating sand dollars underneath the waves, as far as the eye can see… all standing at attention vertically on their sides.
That beach was also where I had my deepest dive; descending a whopping 86 feet, which was deep enough for things to become black and white. I also had opportunity to dive while in Hawaii, even snorkeling with turtles and other sea life in those waters. Unforgettable!
I lost the desire to dive after I ran into a friend one afternoon, immediately noticing her two black eyes and blood red eyeballs… I mean blood red!
She had gone on a dive with her husband earlier that week, and while on the dive she found herself unable to clear her mask of air pressure from that depth. Rather than alerting her husband of the predicament, she opted to just finish the dive and overlook the discomfort. Upon surfacing, her eyes swelled horribly and all the blood vessels burst, causing her eyes to turn red. That little discomfort turned into hours in a hyperbaric chamber, a few nights stay at the hospital and the two black eyes she was now sporting.
That was all it took for me to lose my nerve, when it came to swimming under the sea… at least in real life anyway.
There we have it ladies and gents, a little something new about me that you didn’t know before now. I know it’s not much, but look on the bright side… when I started this post, I said Nada, but ended up proving myself wrong.
Have a Tropical flavored Smoothie on me…
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