It occurred to me recently that I am an open book. I don't keep anything about myself private; every aspect of my life is told to someone. I keep some things from some people, but I tell them other things that I don't tell other people. Some people I tell practically everything and what I don't tell them I manage to tell someone else.
I realize that being an open book isn't necessarily a bad trait. It could be worse, I could be completely closed and secretive. I understand that I develop relationships with people through communication and that sharing parts of my life is a way to become closer with someone. That's all good.
The problem is that I can't seem to keep some things to myself. In the past few months there have been things that I have shared that I wish I hadn't; things that only I could understand because they were my feelings, something I had experienced that was special only to me, or just really personal. I'm reminded of a scripture, Luke 2:19, "But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart".
So, I'm still going to be quite open about myself and my life, but I'm going to keep some things to myself and just ponder them in my heart. I'm already improving; I have one thing (just one) that I haven't told anyone - not even my mother! I had a couple more, but I ended up telling her on the way to Vernal this past weekend.