Prompt for December 25: Secret. Let go of a secret you’ve been hiding all year. Tell us something nobody knows. Let it go; shout it out in celebration.

I’ve expounded many of my inner secret demons on this blog.

My life might look one way on a computer screen, but I have my bad days, weeks, too.

How I am a champion at being mean to myself.

That I don’t let myself enjoy making time for creative endeavors because I’m not good enough.

How I navigate the challenges of motherhood.

So, really, what do you not know about me?

I racked my brain and here are a couple “secrets” about me:

+I could never get into Harry Potter. Announcing this concerns me greatly because I have many friends who publically stated they could not be friends with anyone who does not like Harry Potter. Seeing as I would like to keep said friends, my lack of interest in the Harry Potter series is not something I typically shout around. Oh, I want to like Harry, I really do. But something about the series does not resonate with me. Sorry, Harry, I’m just not into you.

+I agree with Meredith 100-fold. Peeps are the grossest things on the planet. I’ve never liked marshmellows in any form. Or cotton candy. That stuff’s just nasty.

+Tschotskes are my nemisis. Dan and I agree that we could live in a home with rubber matts for floors and no decor, so we could just hose it out and wipe it down when it needed cleaning. No pictures, displays, items that require dusting.

+I was the worst bride. Wedding planning brought out the worst in me. I could not stand the idea of bridal boutiques and picking out dresses, so I had my mom order them and send them to her house for me to try on. I did not select any of my flowers. I didn’t care what the invitations looked like. My wonderful mother did it all. I showed up.

+I detested gym class through all my years of schooling. It really seemed like a training ground for future serial killers and abusers. In high school I finally wised up and spent a good deal of my time getting out of gym for various reasons.

Phew, glad to have that off my chest.

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Sarah is a thiry-something wife to an engineer and mother of three. She loves teaching aerobic and cycling classes, learning to shoot with her DSLR in manual mode, and drinking coffee.