Yes. There are things I’m afraid to tell you. I share (perhaps over-share) quite a bit with you, but there are still things I elect not to say…usually. But I saw Jess Constable’s Things I’m Afraid to Tell You that made her any of us—not just a mythical entrepreneur with a fantastic life—and then Ez Pudewa‘s challenge, and I figured I’d buck up.
- I worry a lot. Sometimes it keeps me up at night. I mostly worry that I’ll never produce anything meaningful and that I’ll never change the world. (Then I curse myself for having majored in Religion and thinking I could bring about peace to the Israelis and Palestinians.)
- I hate two foods—oatmeal and quinoa. (It’s a texture thing.) Quinoa also smells like fish to me. I feel like revealing this to the blogging community could have me roasted on a spit, given foodies’ obsession with this (disgusting) complete protein.
- Two things that freak me out? Marriage and growing old alone. Both sound scary, in different ways.
- I spent many nights of many months crying during two separate periods in my life (both as an adult). I hope that these are over. Once, I lived in Egypt. The other time, I felt stuck between a rock and a hard place (about work and career).
- I have fallen out of love with running. This is perhaps the hardest thing to reveal. I used to define myself as a runner. I used to find it exhilarating, refreshing, and fun. Running four miles was a breeze, especially before breakfast—nine or ten were the hard ones. Now I can barely squeeze two out without one (or several) walking breaks. I’ve almost stopped completely, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to get my mojo back.
- I’m not politically correct. I know how to be (hey, remember—Religion and IR girl), but if you know me well, you know that I’m the least PC person ever.
- Preppy is by its very nature exclusive. Sometimes I feel like I’m on a losing end, especially with breaking through to my target audience.
What are some things you’re afraid to tell?