Today I
listened to a TED Radio Hour where the title of the podcast was Keeping Secrets. I thought what an interesting topic to focus
on. Why do we keep what we keep
secret?
We all
have secrets.
There was a
statement by one of the guests, Ash Beckham, “Secrets are perceived
imperfections.”
Wow! What a powerful way to think about
secrets. That could not have been a
truer statement. The simplicity of what
she said floored me. It was so simple.
There are so
many things that I don’t tell others about me because I don’t want them to
judge me. The problem with that thought
process is that I have already decided what they are going to do with the
information once it comes awkwardly spilling out of my mouth. What if the person on the other end just
takes it for what it is and keeps moving?
Maybe it would
be better to just tell the world. What
kind of pressure could be lifted off my shoulders by not holding on to some “perceived
imperfection” with the grip of King Kong?
She states
in the podcast that when you are ready to let go of your secret and tell the
world that you should follow the 3 Pancake
Girl Principles:
- Be authentic
- Be direct
- Don’t apologize for who you are
I could
elaborate more about what she says but those three brief statements speak
volumes. I had never heard of Ash
Beckham before this podcast but thought, “my goodness lady you have said some
really simple statements that just shook me to the core.” Although if I go back to what I learned in
school KISS (Keep It Simple Sweetie/Stupid/etc.) was a rule we often used.
Now her secret is different from the ones that I carry but what she said applies to all people holding on to a secret. I really don’t
have much to add to this but what secrets do you keep inside of you that have
been eating you alive?
If you ever
listen to the podcast, my favorite part by far was when a little girl replies
to Ash Beckham and says, “My favorite pajamas are purple with Fish. Can I get a pancake please?” It doesn’t make sense without the context
around it but it made me laugh to tears.
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