A client confessed a secret to me the other day. It was a secret she had never admitted to anyone, ever, in her life. Brace yourselves.
She had, in fact, cheated during a high school pep rally while trying to hit a pinata with a bat. You see, she could see through the blindfold. Instead of smashing the pinata with her secret sight, she hit one of her teachers, on purpose, in the stomach!
Talk about a gut buster!
She said she didn’t hit her hard enough to really hurt her, but enough for it to be really funny. She never even told any of her friends from high school that she did it…probably for fear of having rumors spread and getting in trouble. And she held that secret up inside her for maybe 15-20 years just to tell me.
I feel quite privileged to accept that information. It must be how a taxi driver sometimes feels.
It also reminded me of my husband finally admitting to me that he cheated on a male/female smell test in high school. They were testing to see which sex had the keener sense of smell. My husband admitted to me that he, too, could see through the blindfold. He completely ruined all that data!! He really had no reason to even admit it to me…because what the hell do I care?
It’s as if these secrets and lies just work themselves out sometimes.