Check out this facinating site, Post Secret. I was more amazed at the infinite creativity that the anonymity invites than the secrets themselves.
I tried to think of a secret to send to the site but I don't really have any that NOBODY knows. I do compartmentalise and select what I share where... for example, there's lots I wouldn't consider appropriate to blog about. But ultimately my best friend, Sarah, is told everything current in twice weekly mutual installments. And doing Re-evaluation Counselling for 15 years has pretty much exposed everything from my past for at least cursory examination with my counselling buddies.
I wasn't going to tell you, dear reader, but in the spirit of this posting, the truth is that today I feel crummy: queasy and out of sorts (tummy bug? food poisoning?). I can't be bothered making, or even reading books. But I don't mind being sick because I don't have an office to feel guilty about not going to, or a boss to convince I'm not faking it. I can just nap when I want. And here's the secret: when I feel sick I simultaneously want to be taken care of, and resent any gesture of tenderness that comes my way.