I read a great article on the Darling Magazine website yesterday. Here’s the link:
This was perfect for me because I’ve always wanted to be that woman with the elusive allure. The one that you can’t quite crack.
Alas, I was born to be an open book. What you see is what you get. I not only wear my heart on my sleeve, but I always feel like I have to talk. I reveal too much because I like to fill the silence.
I also have this foolish notion that if I overshare, people will like me more. It’s a curse.
On the flip side, I have learned over the years to be more selective. There are dark corners that are still very much hidden. I pick and choose depending on the person because different people can handle different things. It’s unfortunate that you can’t be yourself fully with everyone.
I also have my private world. The one I escape to in my mind when I need to daydream, to muse, to creatively construct worlds and scenarios to feed my storyteller. This, no one gets to see. This, no one would completely understand.
So, I guess that’s my mystery. If someone cares to wonder about it, I welcome their investigation.
A few pins to inspire:
(all images: pinterest.com)